The fountain of the water of health is open
The frogs in the valley of civilisation/education invite us
To come closer to their concert
That leads the giant
By the long steps that he takes
With a copper dagger in the navel
A bow and arrows in hand
He then kneels down at the well
Ready to pierce him/anyone who approaches
For a hero does not die in the middle of robbers
But like a lion on prey.
We cannot scoop water anymore
And the ink in our pens has run dry of ink.
He who will push [somebody] forward by pen
Will be called the hero of lies!
He who took his stand in the centre in fear
Even though support was not given to him
He opened the opposite door
Between wisdom and new understanding
The first offspring that we see.