The male seizes, the female yields,
Both become owners —
The continuation of the line happens,
They gift life to you and me as well.

Defeat becomes victory,
They caught the submissive one — and he caught too,
For he steps reliably on the road
That the frontier trod.

He draws blessings from the glory-hungry,
Glory, but not shame,
So that children and grandchildren later would say:
“Grandfathers lived through good times.”