O thee lone wanderer whom the wind and the ocean love dearly

Lo the sun golden disk hovereth over thy lucky head

Gifting to thee the longevity and prosperity,

Granting life full of beauty to a man of merit

The trees and plant hark thee jolly druid

Thou whisperest the most enigmatic stories

Thou sayest the foliants made for follies

Thine oral tradition withstandeth centuries