1. I find you did not get excited about the drawing of houses,
And the home of kings above those in chains,

2. The Pleiades shine above it and it contained
For it a coolness that flows to the roots of the lowlands,

3. If the excuses of the living were their offspring
Vineyards hanging above the most knowing slopes,

4. Homes made prosperous by God, shepherds of declination
Did not enter them from behind the screens,

5. So whatever I may be, I am not a liar,
And not betraying the trusted, courteous companion,

6. And if I say something I do it,
And turn away from what my heart is not doing,

7. And whoever forces me, if I want not to say it
And the agony of the trusted is no use,