1. Oh Lord of the early morning dawn
That descended upon us from on high

2. From the rock of a numbed mother
Below the naked heights

3. Who feeds her guests
Every fruitful year

4. And long has it been trodden
In its loftiness by feet

5. Beyond it thorns like the fins
Of rusted spears

6. Ensnared by the hunter through
Cunning and drawing near

7. Had a brother not aided him
It would not have been caught

8. He brought it untouched like a sack
Filled to the brim

9. Idle as if it were
A lame man’s arm

10. In a sheer garment
Pleasing the ogler’s eye

11. So he opened it and drew it
From its sheath like a blade

12. And it smiled with pearls
In a wire not yet separated

13. As if when it emerged
White as gravel

14. A silver ingot
In a box of sandalwood