1. A pen in my hand or an inkwell,
Or a quiver that bends to split the nib.

2. They are two brothers, they are twins,
Equal in one measure of reputation.

3. Fate has set between them
Barriers and connections for whom understands.

4. When they gape, whichever it may be
Of the quills gapes, grasping.

5. Scissors were arrows of the writers
Their edges in hands of one experienced.

6. They depict for me in hands of whom I love
No, no, if I were to ask. Yes.