• Can't hold my tears,
    Nor sweat, nor spit, nor bone,

    Wish to show off these wretched horns,
    Heavy, such stones which force my legs sunder,
    I'm falling while my will cannot lubricate the break surrender,

    Upon grassy fields,
    Upon nearby wanting signs,
    Upon this staring contest met,

    With another to sip with,
    With another to sleep with,

    As my triumph flaw sank me,
    As my lost words fell ground level deep,

    Seeing this, she puts her head,
    Underneath neck and skull,
    Saving both ivory and cap alone.