1. I wander crazily in the valleys' secrets
Were you one of the tribes at the appointed time

2. Or did the shepherd's staff mislead you that I
Am intent on the shepherd's crook which curves at the top

3. And I see you, O spriggy oleander bending
Have you stuck to a camel train or are you bending gracefully

4. I did not expect that the kindler of the oleanders
Had sharpened her tongue for other than my heart

5. O you who cries out, cry out to my heart even if
The echo returns to reach the knots of the breastbones

6. And wait, for beyond these hillsides
Is my meadow, and in that intention lies my own intention

7. Maybe the breaths of fever will cool down from
A breath that saturates the square tents

8. Smell the lightning of Union from my eyelids, it
Has been veiled by clouds, a visitors for tears

9. A house that perfumes the end of its idea with it
With the scent of bodies in it and carcasses

10. They travel, revealing clouds over abundant years
Like the crescent in the branches of highlands

11. As for the covenant of loved ones, is the covenant of love
Returning with the shortness of my lifetime

12. Like the necklaces of my father Regea’s glory that
The meadows of the harvester’s poems smile from it

13. Temper which either pleases or frightens the delicate one
Between the two precise edges of promise and appointment

14. And a love whose paddocks and gardens
Remain flourishing with visitors and people returning

15. Generous if the patient one was denied even its drizzle
Calm if the clear-sighted guide gets angry

16. Awake are the eyes that his love of the sublime keeps awake
And it is impossible for love without beds to cause sleep