"O mal será bem quando Aslam chegar,
Ao seu rugido, a dor fugirá,
Nos seus dentes, o inverno morrerá,
Na sua juba, a flor há de voltar."
"Wrong will be right, when Aslam comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again"
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