1. A people, if night covers for slumber,
They are its moons among the rows.

2. I placed in them a withering hope
Of survival and fierce pillow.

3. And if iron sings, they are water-bearers
Circling cups from leather bags.

4. So I met springtime from the gifts
And I was from the guests in a guesthouse.

5. So excellent you are, people, when you entertain,
You'd think them guests of guests.

6. They are the wise ones unless wronged,
But if wronged, ignorant of swords.