The crack of whips, the clatter of wheels, galloping horses and jolting chariots!

鞭声响亮，车轮轰轰，马匹踢跳，车辆奔腾，

鞭声响亮，车轮轰轰，马匹跳跃，战车奔腾；

鞭声响亮，车轮轰轰，马匹跳跃，战车奔腾；

鞭声啪啪，车轮隆隆，战马奔腾，战车疾驰，

鞭声飕飕，轮声辚辚，骏马奔驰，战车颠簸跳动。

鞭聲響亮，車輪轟轟，馬匹踢跳，車輛奔騰，

鞭聲響亮，車輪轟轟，馬匹跳躍，戰車奔騰；

鞭聲響亮，車輪轟轟，馬匹跳躍，戰車奔騰；

鞭聲啪啪，車輪隆隆，戰馬奔騰，戰車疾馳，

鞭聲颼颼，輪聲轔轔，駿馬奔馳，戰車顛簸跳動。

啊，鞭子的噼啪聲！啊，車輪之轟轟響！駿馬踢跳飛跑！戰車顛簸跳動！

鞭聲振振、車輪轟轟、馬馳驟、車奔騰、

鞭聲遠聞、車輪轟轟、馬騰驤、車馳驅、

鞭聲遠聞、車輪轟轟、馬奔騰、車馳驅、

Whips crack! Wheels clack! Horses charge! Chariots rumble!

The crack of the whip, and rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!

Hear the crack of whips, the rumble of wheels! Horses’ hooves pound, and chariots clatter wildly.

The crack of the whip and rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and jolting chariot!

The sound of the whip, The sound of the roar of the wheel, Galloping horses And bounding chariots!

The noise of a whip And the noise of rattling wheels, Of galloping horses, Of clattering chariots!

The noise of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of wheels, and prancing horses, and bounding chariots,

The crack of the whip and rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and jolting chariot!

The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the pransing horses, and of the jumping chariots.

The chariot drivers will crack their whips; the chariot wheels will shake the ground; the chariot horses will gallop; the war chariots will bolt forward!

The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots,

at the sound of the hooves of galloping steeds, at the noise of enemy chariots and the rumble of their wheels. Parents will not turn to help their children; their hands will hang limp.

Then thundered the horses’ hooves— galloping, galloping go his mighty steeds.

The shields of the soldiers are red; the warriors are clad in scarlet. The metal on the chariots flashes on the day they are made ready; the spears of juniper are brandished.The chariots storm through the streets, rushing back and forth through the squares. They look like flaming torches; they dart about like lightning.

It laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; it does not shy away from the sword.The quiver rattles against its side, along with the flashing spear and lance.In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.At the blast of the trumpet it snorts,‘ Aha!’ It catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.

Every warrior’s boot used in battle and every garment rolled in blood will be destined for burning, will be fuel for the fire.