1. Have you not seen his hand upon his guts,
It is the cure for one who dies of his illness.

2. If you are kind and compassionate to
Your troubled one, then cry once for his crying,

3. And breathe like the breeze and breathe out
The distress, for you know its cure.

4. And receive him like the spring with its flowers
And its fragrance and grass and water,

5. Perhaps some vitality from you will revive his heart
For the winds of his misery have blown for so long.

6. His feelings have softened so he melted with tenderness
And God’s tenderness is in his poets.

7. So be tender, and tenderness is your nature,
With a young man whom love called from its martyrs.

8. Verily, the test is from love in its origin
For Adam's test was from his snake.

9. How strange you have been cooled blueness and waves
From a wave in the sea on its clearest day.

10. Or did the full moon dress his sister
With beautiful coolness from the cold of its sky?