Capitolo 6
His/her forests that talk to low voice dangerous things and without end,
From where our hunters have often raced crazy
To feel the trees that conceive for their souls;
What a secret action of the monstrous power of Your earth
You not also concession to the lives of women?
Yea, wise man is our fear of women; but we fight
For more than the fear; we also give them for us liking.
Who but the women can deliver us
From this continuous siege of the hunger of the wolves?
Tall above of comfort, on the shrugging it supports
Of downland, where the winds burn our skins and cold
Model through our meat up to that his/her clamp of fingers
The painful bones, our scarce families
Holds out against the ravin of the wolves,
Defended by earthwork, while fighting against them with flint.
But if we hold the favour of our women,
They will cross children to us so many and strong
We will have numbers that it will make us challenge
Invades the woods of time-refuge and form
Villages where now wolves are only denn;
Yea, to the beasts the man-people become
Malevolence that he/she frequents their ways, also as now
Our tribes of leaguer have to wait for and they have to crouch himself/herself/themselves afraid
Of malevolence of wolfish that he/she always barks near.
It is fires, tall stackt immoderately with lumber,
With nightlong burns friendly face the dark and cold,
You console our bodies, and roast the great parties of meat,--
Ah, burn trunks of plants with trees, not bracken and ling!
This is what to me,--one fear are women
So that not the earth-unknown that invisible reverential Fear gives
The childing to their meat, should make their minds
Darkly able as their uteruses, with power
To think the magics on us; and the hope
What with the their their procreation they will dispossess
The beasts of the good lowlands, up to that man,
More it ran away to the hills, you occupy everybody
The earth's comfort.
_Brys_.
These are also mine,
But as the great rivers they possess the young speed of the brook.
For in my soul, the women don't indulge,
A torch that overcomes the obscurity with a troop,