1. The crawling of the fire's bug and its pressing worry
Don't you see it on the day of zeal being dust-covered?

2. I was used to the fire rising high but this one
Revives the faces of the drinkers and bows down

3. When the pitcher kneels, its tears flow
Does the darkness deny one who becomes emotional?

4. When the birds and snakes in it converse
I wonder why the walls do not chirp

5. My cup refused to wear the night black
No, worry is just like the night, black

6. And it probed the secrets of souls, their great one
In both states when it melts and freezes