Walk! The swarm of locusts has arrived. br Sticking to the city of God I march and run, br Towards the storm so much like a tornado br I run and chase so that I am tired. br They carry us away, the gods do! br In front of our eyes we apologise, br Yet alas the fortune is not on us br From all quarters of the heavens br And from all quarters of the earth. br Some pleasure is at cost for we observe br The realities of so much audacity. br br Now walk and walk to see a typhoon, br One of them dancing, one so destructive; br It is hideous to see such human suffering, br A loathsome feeling arrives at my bedroom, br To sway is to swing like the stormy weather.