Many rocks the rapid has

A lot of billows the sea

More plentiful are my cares

Than cones on a spruce

Beard moss on a juniper

Gnarls upon a pine bark

Knobs upon a fir

Husks on a grass-top

Boughs on a bad tree.



Drag my cares away

Carry off my griefs

For no horse can draw

No iron-shod jerk

Without the shaft-bow shaking off

The cares of this skinny one

The sorrows of this black bird