I would know with what words he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me.

If he snatches away, who can turn him back? Who dares to say to him, ‘What are you doing?’

For to the snow he says, ‘Fall to earth,’ and to the torrential rains, ‘Pour down.’

At the sound of the trumpet, it says, ‘Aha!’ And from a distance it catches the scent of battle, the thunderous shouting of commanders, and the battle cries.