Thou, who wish to pummel such righteous soul,
Which homes in the body of thou who bear
Who weep secret amongst a gaping hole

O creature, embody thy beastly pure
Unknown presence who purge thy sun
Who bind her of being till’ which she cure

O vein beast, of womb grants no relation
Who occupy thy scholar and thy sane
Untamable beast; stealth of vocation

Unleash the marbles of that which remain
Vast, pure Earth, let them roll by their nature
With clear direction: O soul of free rein

Let those who weep a sad lullaby tune,
Rejoice in the beams of the godly moon!