"My people, some of them have run away to the hills and have no blankets...
...no food, no one knows where they are. (freezing)
I want to have time to look for my children, and see how many [of them] I can find.
Maybe I shall find them among the dead.
Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired.
My heart is sick and sad.
From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever."
