1. O bird circling above
You have released my thoughts to roam free

2. I remembered times and what has afflicted me
Of the occurrences of accessible fate

3. So when my understanding was absent in recollection
And my senses where you clap with your wings

4. Then make your feathers fly, intoxicated by my senses
Like slumber being awakened by shouts

5. You wander the meadow of my breath and become sacrificed
While your company is present and your love is awake

6. And if you met what I met, the springs
Of abundant ruin would have narrowed upon you

7. Perhaps God may relieve what I meet
And take from wellness for the sick