Where are the race-course gone?
The man tethered in the stable is crying hoarse.

You shall keep him in check
This time, not by lashes,
But by reins,
(Might does not succeed every time every where
you have learnt it)

Where are the horses gone ?
The man tethered in the stable has started neighing now, tamely,
Say
What are you going to do for him this time ?