I pray in silence the noise will so away;
And not disturb my hamlet month and day.
Have closed my ears and door,
when it appears, I fail to endure any more.
The fault lies inside me and thee,
As we fear their might and flee.
There is no strength in our hands and word,
As we want all pleasure and they use the sword.
Be like a warrior, halting the noisy flight;
Don’t keep your weapons light.
Nobody has a special voice to croon;
God has given all the equal wing to zoom.
A sleeping race cannot dream at all,
The lands and fields will always fall.