1. You sent me at the birth a novelty
That puzzles the eye of its seer

2. A gift I did not know whether to be more amazed by it
Or by the taste of its giver

3. Domes of wax mingling with the duskiness
In our gathering near its hills

4. As if they are branches of amber that appeared
A flower of fire in its heights

5. Its spirits consume its bodies
Intentionally and perish when they make it perish

6. Its executioner strikes its necks
And by that act gives it life