1. Will time not awaken from its intoxications
And cast off the veils of sleep from its eyes?

2. Will the tyrant of the two lips not shine with my palm
Behind a clattering, blood-dripping bow?

3. I have a companion from the slaves of the sun - when he aspires
He climbs to the peak of mighty glory.

4. He turned away and stirred up war, directing its fury at me -
An era that once inclined toward peace.

5. So it does not cease to be watered by clouds whenever it intends
What darkness lies in the breaches of lightnings.