1. Watering the highlands and rugged terrain,
And ruins with May rain,

2. O clouds' pouring, if once
You found the twisting valleys, do not repeat,

3. Do not water a land, if the lands
Were surplus liver.

4. If I take precautions from the crow therein
My escape from it would be to hemmed mountains.

5. Where the storms do not carry to
Your ears but shouts of the black stones.

6. Better in my view than your bowing with
Winds salty therewith on a peg.

7. A sprig standing on an ear
And a cup passing to a mouth by a hand

8. Served by the folk a morning drink
Its feast belonging to Sunday.

9. When the water builds bubbles over it
It erects over the brow with foam

10. I drink from his palm in gulps and from it
Drafts running on cold.

11. That is more luscious than crying over
A quarter and more vitalizing to the soul and body

12. Especially if shaken by one with buds
O house! I took strength from the folds anew.