1. Like the necklace adorning the delicate branch of the willow tree,
At the head of the soft, pliant twig.

2. It is presented like a pair of precious gems, having abandoned
The pasturing of well-fed fish in his fiery heart.

3. So it seems I walked the dunes and hills
With legs long and slender like a serpent’s valley.

4. And it seems that because of my whip, fleeing in fright,
A fiery brand sparked by flint and steel.