Once upon a time, two giant moufflons,

Based on their strength and principles,

Made a bet about the flock leadership.

On this they went up a high mountain,

Making their way among the jagged rocks,

Till they came to the brink of a precipice

Fathomed a whole three thousand feet.

Then one of them turned round and moved

Backwards until his rear hooves were two-thirds

Of their size outside the edge and beckoned the other

To do the same move. The rival dared not.

Then the winner said, 'The worth flock head

Looks up to the azure sky above, or climbs down

To the green valley beneath, or hops away

Towards the eight ends of the deeps and peaks,

Without any change coming over his spirit and breath.

But now the trembling of your muscles

Appears in your dazed mind and