1. Has the rope of eggs broken, or does it connect?
How so when gray hair flames in your temples?

2. Neither does the fire of your eye sleep from joy,
Nor does your soft cheek and charm.

3. You withhold your generosity while the fires sleep
When the young night lands with its wings.

4. When you prepared the arrows of glory for its bow,
As the ancestors excel in reckoning.

5. You have taken nine out of its ten
So neither blindness nor paralysis is for you.

6. You forgot us in the dew, our ancient ancestors,
Yet after us, you are the example of generosity.

7. The sun led you, though I am a woman,
And the moon led you, though he is a man.