This is not the city here that belongs to my lord!
This is not the land here that belongs to my lord!
And so there are some who are saying, “Victory! Victory!”
And so there are some who are saying, “No victory for him!”
Good then! Two fine opinions voiced by many people!
I ran, to the tinkling of my lovely anklets, and I stood
by my house, leaning on a palmyra tree with its trunk large
as a mula drum, and I saw it, that the victory was his!