Clouds swiftly covered the sky
It defies the imagination of man
You’ve been lodging under the shapeless clouds
Hearing a mute hum
May compare to how the sea was split
How I wish these filthy rugs can be washed by milk from the breast
The green hills are married unto you
Take away the foreskin of your heart
Don’t let your face be thicker than walls
The horse prepared for you will soon depart
Someone who knows your heart will pluck it and slaughter it
Surely it will bleed, but it will be redeemed
So that even the fire from hell can’t devour it...
Only then the leaves will applaud with the wind.