1. O you who let the blessed sweat flow, so pure
By God, you have filtered it, unclouded

2. Sweat that youths of iron see as blood
Like the scent of musk, gentle and yellow

3. It would cure a stubborn dog if it refused
All refusal, of the greatest healing

4. If it were water for faces, they would shine
And sights would see for them the finest view

5. With it the hand of the doctor poured a draught
How many roses of death are redder?

6. I think a spot blessed with it
Will for all time be a mine of ambergris

7. If earth drank bloods for its scent
Yours of yesterday the army's land drank

8. Destroy disease with it, restore health
And don the dress of new, long life

9. Your letting blood is a famed deed
To the face of Saturday, until Resurrection

10. It was a day once, with no fame in its name
But you clothed it in features most excellent