I suspect a secret SNP plan for Global Domination by flooding by flooding the world with Garlic.
There is a problem with reading poetry not written in your mother tongue – should you go for a literal or a poetic translation?
AWAKE! For Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of Light.
Absolutely fabulous – but not a strict translation (so I’m told).