1. Its drink brings forth the likes of thunder,
With every blaze like the trunk of a palm,

2. Its blade bare like a ribbed lance,
Serious with awe like the udder's teat.

3. The left-handed striker from where the ribs lie
With it the discharger having a lying-down cave,

4. Velveted correctly that it leaned,
With it the settlement of the slightly dirty.

5. It stayed between the houses of masks
Between the twists of the goats among them and hyenas

6. Leg and herder so if there was panic
You'd find me carrying the dress of humiliation

7. So I pitched my tent on a broken dune
And on abandoned sands, none desolate