I should procure such straws for my nest from somewhere
For burning which the lightning may be restless
Alas! O despair! The sky broke it down intently
Whichever branch I selected for my nest
You are contending with the seventy two nations
One goblet of yours suits the whole world best
I should create some such longing in my heart
So the sky may turn around to annihilate me best
Collect your harvest first by picking it grain by grain
Some thunderbolt will surely come out to annihilate it
I had regard for the failure of the hunter, O friend
Otherwise, why could I come over flying for one grain ?
The heart should not sing freedom's song in this garden
Ah! This garden is not suitable for such odes!