My great brother
                 Lord of the Song
wears the ruff of 
                 forest bear.

Husband, thy fleece of silk is black,
                 a black adornment;
lies so close to the turns of the flesh,
burns my palm-stroke.

My great brother
                 Lord of the Song
wears the ruff of 
                 forest bear.

Strong legs of our son are dusted
                    dark with hair.
Told of long roads,
we know his stride.

My great brother
                 Lord of the Song
wears the ruff of 
                 forest bear.

Hair of man, man-hair, hair of
breast and groin, marking contour as
          silverpoint marks in cross-
          hatching, as river-
          grass on the woven current
          indicates ripple,
praise.