"Behold the moment, for
The guest withers away
Not long after its comfortable dwell.

Reminiscence, now again,
For the guest, is a new moment,
If at all you wonder its nature.

What can be a greater greed than
You feeble try to imprison
The gigantic seducer, your guest?

And a folly it is too, for
Cripples catch not lightning,
You blind paupers!

Rest your thirsty palms 
Calmly on your flushed cheeks
And wait.

Wait until the guest,
Who roars and renders its aroma
Unto you upon its arrival, arrives.

Wait until you helpless souls
Wear out of a sheer predicament
For the guest; the saviour; the seducer!"