1. My talk with events, that I
Was yesterday, while being heedless,

2. When they came one after another and completed,
And pressed hard, so I said to one of the grinding stones:

3. It darkened, so I took from you and from your
Generosity a light, and I stood looking at what it was.

4. It was not the sword of dew with sheath, nor
The pillar of glory that you built with skill.

5. Rather, it was vicissitudes that you
Used to dispense long ago, O son of water.