Linger no longer; silken tongues and mantles
Poison the mind and weaken world-worn limbs.
What price the chattered nonsense of the sparrows?
Let me hear once more the music of the wind!

Let me be gone in silence to my dwelling
Naked and unafraid to wash myself in truth.
Cleanse myself long; the coldness of her waters
Burns my self-pity and restores the strength of youth.

Take to myself the rough and simple clothing,
Fitted for a man, a pilgrim and a priest.
Walk along the narrow road, windswept and lonely,
With oil in my lantern, to the bridegroom's feast!