1. I see a drop of honey among bitter aloes
And a kernel calling out to the perceptive "Be wise!"

2. And cures for religion, if their healing is hoped for
A healthy one results whose distress lasts and becomes chronic

3. Morning and nightfall are as though their lengths
Were, in their two colors, the cold of a spear's blade

4. And a decree for this age cried out to one rising
From the world "Sit still or get up, seated one, stand!"

5. It's as though the soul's joy from a youth's mistake
Whenever it's blamed on him and avenged