1. Do not speak to yourself of any merit,
That is far from desires.

2. And Egypt shone when she appeared as a bride,
As if her pyramids were breasts.

3. And he rode on a cloud of dense fog,
Between his hands its pouring rain.

4. And in his hands he held the reins of the wind,
And the stars were strung on him as necklaces.

5. And time sang of him when he bent down
Thus do the noble serve kings.

6. I am the warner of the swords' rising,
So if it rises, heads will be harvested.

7. It is a cup, and death's intoxication said
That is of me what you were trying to avoid.

8. And whenever the enemy utters a word,
A watcher lies in wait for him.

9. And when you wave with your hands my wings,
The meanings of the sublime are what I hunt.