1. Like a bird that swoops as though its wings
Are a hidden conscience not defined by delusions,

2. Closely accompanying the garden as though
It finds in all that the meadows relinquish, sustenance,

3. Drawing with its mouth the nectar purely and hiding
From its suitor what lies between its entrails, an arrow,

4. Aloof from mankind, befriending the empty wilderness,
Scattering the nectar from itself is poison,

5. Its approach is sanity, to rend its veil
When it veils itself outside its days is injustice.