They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.
Lameth. Þei seiden to her modris, Where is wheete, and wyn? whanne þei failiden as woundid men in þe stretis of þe citee; whanne þei senten out her soulis in þe bosum of her modris.