Rifle goes up:
Does what a rifle does.

Star is very beautiful:
Doing what a star does.

Tell them, O Sleeper, that some
Were slain at the start of the slaughter.

Tell them, O Sleeper, that sleet and rain
Are falling on those poor riderless heads.

Tell them, O Sleeper, that pitiful hands float on the water…
Hands that shall reach icily into their warm beds.