1. A shelter for birds in its corners
Like the scribbling of writers as they fill it

2. I looked over it as the sun glared in its crevices
The sealed one did not come out to bask in it

3. With effort you remain to keep it
When the opponent turns away in his defeat

4. The breakfast did not frighten away its birds
The son of a sparrow is blamed for his innocence

5. Until we slowed it down to its end
And the peel adhered to its smoothness

6. And it was sunned so it dried of its water
Beauty and generosity are among its names

7. Then we aimed at the birds in their ascent
With rifles that amaze in their balance

8. Of clay that did not come near to greenness
And no blemish of copper mixed into it

9. It does not require the shooter to select
For it strikes the birds in their rising

10. Like the blazing of fire in its kindling
From blacks of backs and from greys

11. And from its sunrises and from its dyed
Each earthenware on its stand

12. A wounding to the whale from its sores
Cleft-lipped from the mud of its water

13. It crawls in two slippers from its guts
Dropping it to the ground from its heights