I Will Let Loose Against You The Fleet-Footed Vines, I Will Call In The Jungle To Stamp Out Your Lines! The Roofs Shall Fade Before It, The House-Beams Shall Fall; And The Karela, The Bitter Karela, Shall Cover It All! In The Gates Of These Your Councils My People Shall Sing. In The Doors Of These Your Garners The Bat-Folk Shall Cling; And The Snake Shall Be Your Watchman, By A Hearthstone Unswept; For The Karela, The Bitter Karela, Shall Fruit Where Ye Slept! Ye Shall Not See My Strikers; Ye Shall Hear Them And Guess. By Night, Before The Moon-Rise, I Will Send For My Cess, And The Wolf Shall Be Your Herdsman By A Landmark Removed; For The Karela, The Bitter Karela, Shall Seed Where Ye Loved! I Will Reap Your Fields Before You At The Hands Of A Host. Ye Shall Glean Behind My Reapers For The Bread That Is Lost; And The Deer Shall Be Your Oxen On A Headland Untilled; For The Karela, The Bitter Karela, Shall Leaf Where Ye Build! I Have Untied Against You The Club-Footed Vines, I Have Sent In The Jungle To Swamp Out Your Lines! The Trees, The Trees Are On You! The House-Beams Shall Fall; And The Karela, The Bitter Karela, Shall Cover You All!