The Horse drinks blue water on the moon’s river,
You came hidden in the mountains’ canion,
I displayed slowly a fiery veil
and hiding my sweat under the horses’ saddle.

Then in my front that cold throat
and blinking the eyes without shame!
Over a naked breast of a poor girl.
you threw me like a wet bird of fate.

You disappeared hiding on the mountain’s gorge,
Drunk with the poor girls body.
the veil was burned below the horse’s saddle,
The horse drings blue water on the moon’s river...

Translated: Peter Tase