1. With clouds the rising morning star could not master,
It walked upon the darkness with fettered gait,

2. The wind of acceptance carried within it a cloud,
A long-tailed cloud that can be touched by hand.

3. On a night when beneath it remains
The glistening ink of the flaming lightning’s tongue,

4. The Pleiades wove with it darkness like a dove,
So every raven of the night turned white.

5. Behind its mask the poison of blindness raged,
And the forelocks of every long-lasting anger bristled.