Waves of time tugged the souls where the heavens awaits them, as they sing by the drums and the trumpets of the sea.
Sorrowful abode of muffled voices dispirited of its silent thoughts.
Hide me near the forest edge, where I fear the sound of the wolves.
Unready is in its crown, fear and doubts shield its light.
Sun after one o'clock gave weary countenance, passengers fan themselves, wiping sweat after sweat.
Warmth of the dust under my feet, the summery breeze on mellow beats.
You are my little cloud and is all that I need.