1. The whiteness spilled upon the donkeys yet they did not steal.
Pieces of thin, fine bread and dried up crumbs,

2. Our bottles wrapped around their necks,
While the dewy rays of the sun are still moist.

3. We came upon them while the sky was awake
And the earth still green, its plants still juicy and fresh,

4. No sooner did we turn around than their faces
Frowned, while the sun grew calm in its rage.

5. None survived save an intoxicated one
Defended by instinct and heart.