1. And seated firmly on his chair, exhausted,
My soul is ransomed for him from a position he took.

2. I saw him at dawn frying a pancake,
In the delicacy of its crust and hollowness like a reed.

3. It was as if its boiling oil, when it appeared,
Was like alchemy, which they spoke of but did not attain.

4. He throws the dough gently from his fingers
And it turns into nuggets of gold.