1. Fast and fast while in fear
The fast from death has a breakfast

2. I'm wary of my soil yet not wary
Of my soil, though near a loved one there is danger

3. One who is like free soil among its sons
Is the flower of spring and its fragrant meadow

4. As if in the hand of time, with its light
Were drops that spread with their scattering the horizons

5. Inclined toward treachery and harm
While they are the clouds, not prone to rain

6. Of virtues for solids, that they
Have no feelings to follow them or habits

7. The crow takes as its place the separations
And I knew that it would soon fly away