1. With the lone white dome my house I built,
While the house of fate's beside the white dome.

2. With a small jug it created a hole,
Two arm spans in four worn out.

3. So I don't turn the guest from his fate,
If it's said, "He went unprovisioned."

4. And in the house are large vessels filled,
And an eyelid over a reddened bleary eye.

5. I shelter the one who came to me customary,
Alive from the most verdant of throats.