1. Sweeter than the excess of stupidity
And purer than well-cooked wheat porridge

2. And the flesh of birds and duck breasts
A proboscis of a chained elephant

3. In a village of Coptic villages
With a secret from one who saw in the river wind

4. A Coptic woman in robes and skirt
An ivory figurine shaped in a mold

5. She brought it, bound by the condition
Servants carry it carefully

6. As if it were one of the horsemen's raiment
She said, "We'll put down the gift," we said, "Put it down"

7. And measure it, judge it, outline it
And here is our money, so be content

8. She hugged its cheek beneath the armpit
And tore from it the belt of confinement

9. So it spurted, flowing without control
As if it were a huge, open wound

10. Gulping whatever was in it without condition
I kept watering it and watering my group

11. Until the people cried, "Stop, stop!"