1. This is the bell of my staff, this is the adulterous mountain
And this is the condemned soul with a fleeting spirit

2. So do not knock on his window, for he is a candle
That the dark conceals from your flirtatious star

3. But light a step on his path
For free radiance is a human step

4. So this is a fence that was not a bird’s shadow
But the shadow of a tyrannical rock

5. It is the wilderness that does not irrigate, yet in its plains
Are meteors of betrayal from the pelted mountain

6. The staff’s bell may make the mud blossom
With a fragrance wafting over the dilapidated ruins

7. And fire is but kindling its roots
To live, so be the kindler, the wakeful lover

8. And this is soil, in which its fire still burns
Even if the breeze, its extinguisher, blew it away

9. So gather some firewood, a statue of a forest
And call to it the far and the near

10. For it was the harbor of life, its porch
Farewell to colors, meet other colors

11. And when the night lights all its stars
And from the waves arises the cry of a storm

12. Pour into it the fire that did not suit it
Even if two eyes had spilled it before you

13. And call to it the child who still has
To burn the dreams of life with branches

14. And say to it as the clouds swoop down with its embers
And draw tablets with the pen of the Divine

15. Peace to the baby's protector from its mother's breast
Peace to the drowning man who does not wave his arms