THE CONQUEROR .

I got lost while hunting in the timber;
Guide me, old man, till the exit.

THE OLD MAN .

Leave your steed, the roads are narrow:
Come and support my walk weighed down.

THE CONQUEROR ,

Will I be unknown?

THE OLD MAN .

I never saw you.

THE CONQUEROR .

The failure of my face you know my story.

THE OLD MAN .

Lord, calm under thatch is great where I live.

THE CONQUEROR .

For twenty years the world is full of my glory;
This is me whose courage has submitted many states
My name, celebrated in peace, in war,
Shook the universe.

THE OLD MAN .

I do not know you.
My arms are tired yet to cultivate the land.

THE CONQUEROR .

You do not know me! ... More than a year has passed
That subjugating the state where the fate made you born,
I chased your kings their thrones overturned.

THE OLD MAN .

Excuse; I did have changed masters.

THE CONQUEROR .

Man who confuse me, so what was your destiny?

THE OLD MAN .

Born in these woods, I never have left the shadow;
In the peace of my years I have seen an increasing number;
Wife and two son embellish my end.
Six goats and arms is our wealth;
She always enough, we bless God ....
But here's the way, sir, and I leave you.
Forgive my age ...

THE CONQUEROR .

Happy old man, farewell!