I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they make me run so hard and they from all directions and they would not let me rest until they wanted me to go down to lie down to take to my knees to beg them please:
I shall not beg tired as I am
I shall not beg these small men
I shall not beg to withdraw the sword
I shall not beg the crowd
I shall not beg the crowd
The clouds
The lightning
I shall beg for nothing from their god
I shall clamp the lance
I shall not let go your sword