1. Oh, why do your eyes not sleep
And weep, as if weeping avails

2. As if a torrent poured forth
Its tears or they flowed faster

3. It streamed down and prose sprouted from it
So it slipped from its context entirely

4. So weep for a boulder and do not mourn
Another, for the youth is unyielding

5. He passed and we will pass in his wake
Thus is the fate of every stalwart youth

6. He is the ready knight, the eloquent chief
Among the people, and the supple bow

7. Bending which, when pulled taut, will not break
You summoned him and he burst his fetters

8. Though he had thought none could sever them before
And settled comfortably, you attacked

9. That a few hungry souls might share
So it remained tossed on the sand

10. Three, though previously it had four
With a bending bow, which if you draw

11. It seems the bones for it bend