I waged the best difficult war.

The foe was crafty and sly.

When I was on an offensive, he disappeared as fume.

When I yielded, he attacked me in the rear.

My army was hungry and bloodstained.

His army had fresh forces.

Many defeats appeared up in the headlines.

But come a day, when I surrounded him.

His army gave up to me.

He was tired and dusty, and he came to me.

I peered into his face and I understood

that I won the most difficult victory.

My foe, my largest foe, was I.