1. My master, you complain yet tell me
Is it out of love or mere flattery?

2. Do not let this frighten you, for your brother
The full moon is still enamored with eclipses.

3. Rid yourself of the burdens of swords, for your plaints
Come only from the weight of bearing swords.

4. Spare us your belted waist, for we are wearied
By your cinched and constrained waist.

5. How we have suffered from swords, and said to you
You are no warrior, just a sword bearer.

6. Indeed, swords only suit tents, comfort, pleasure and music,
Not real combat and the bearing of swords.