Casement wood-sided,
Sakat at Goose Island canoe;
Beautiful handsome as cultivation,
High nations because of language.
Cook red chestnut,
cling to the boat;
Wounds in the hands appear bloody,
The wound in the hearts of anyone who knows.
From where pigeon flying,
From the marshy down to rice;
Where it comes from love,
From the eyes down to the liver.
