Watch this sport; your tricks will not work here. I will give a share to whoever comes and send them out. Wake up, cowherd boys, stay alert in your positions. When you hear a footstep, scatter far from me. Without entering the guarded space, we watchful ones know the terrain; there is no point fumbling around in fear. Says Tuka, what falls into your hands is won at the cost of your very life. Snap your fingers in delight, for the sweetness comes at the very end.