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Woe, land of whirring wings Which lies beyond the rivers of ^(F1)(C1)Cush,

Which sends messengers by the sea, Even in ^(C1)papyrus vessels on the surface of the waters. Go, swift messengers, to a nation ^(F1)(C2)tall and smooth, To a people ^(C3)feared ^(F2)far and wide, A powerful and oppressive nation Whose land the rivers divide.

^(C1)All you who inhabit the world, and live on earth, As soon as a flag is raised on the mountains, ^(C2)you will see it, And as soon as the trumpet is blown, you will hear it.