1. You have so many names, an anxious worry
And from where does the imagination strike and knock

2. And I imagine you in the air during a conversation
Where it meets the everlasting honeycomb

3. So you landed as a prophet or ashes beneath it
Grazing sheep and cows from the wilderness peeled off

4. And a wrinkled palm tree yellowed from old age
Gazes at her so it sways and is set free

5. Next to the arms of a mare energetic and lively
She bowed slightly as the birds speak

6. So she cooled her pace and closed her eyes briefly
And circled around him a little as he was lost in thought