1. The hand of passion rose on the day of farewell over my hand
So I marched as a captive of the army of longing and determination

2. And I remained confident that patience would help me
Or composure, until my own composure betrayed me

3. And I did not become clear-sighted about their homes
Until I became clear-sighted about the spirit's separation from my body

4. And though they are far from me, yet they
Are closer than they were at the distance

5. And a path the wind refused to blow along
Fearfully, and if the wind had crossed it, it would not have returned

6. I crossed it while the beasts of the wilderness took refuge
Beside me when they saw my intent for the lion