1. Take joyful life from the Magi,
Drinking their healing potion,

2. Leave the Bedouin's vain pursuit of game
To weary and vex men's souls.

3. Let the beast graze his pair of cheek-teeth,
Let the birds chatter heedlessly.

4. Locusts ravage the land with ravage
Whose pellets the souls abhor.

5. A flock, wandering above a wasteland,
Looking like a council of elders sitting.

6. Lions whose two fangs prey,
And a worm, most timid of crawlers.

7. They seem, when they glance at ruins,
To reveal the dark leaves of oleander.

8. With every battle they provoke a cafe's
Worth of saucy tales and gossip.

9. The female beasts are vicious and spiteful
On an inauspicious day.

10. Gallop the steeds on an ill-omened day,
With the heads at the heads, in double file.

11. Eyelids flutter, for they are a party
Hunting cheeks and precious faces.

12. Sweeter to the freeman's mouthful
More profitable for happiness than ill-omen.

13. The whiteness stained red through contact
Is better than the gray heads with their tribulation.

14. The cheeks of the girls are more ardent racers
Than the steed charging to the stallion.

15. Transferring from their chamber windows
The gestures of fingers entwined.