1. The writer endures the eternal one who
The mountains almost bow to him

2. And he appears on the day of his enlightenment
So no eyelid rests for him

3. And if he wanted to solve the knot of his soul
There would be no room in it for him

4. And his friends, each the length of a forearm
Are fingers of his palm of hands

5. Much flirting with a friend
With what is under his shirt enthralled

6. So there is no restrainer of his palm
But his bald friend