I Bless the Coverings

 My People makes the baskets of their coverings.

I spread my sheddings upon the coverings of My People.

I Eat the Things

 My People make the gardens for my enjoyments.

I fatten myself with the catnippings.  My People must needs to grow more.

I Express My Lethargies

 All is meaningless.  I make the hard windowsill my pillow because I have not the wills to live.

 

I will not be moved.  Until My People make their sleeps and wish me to be still and silent at which time I may make my revivals.

I Make My Observes

My People have left for me the piles of the papers of the packings.

From within, do I make my watchings.

I Am the Beautifuls

My People place the decors.

I make myself to be displayed in the centers because I am magnificent.

I Hide My Shames

My People become excessive in their expressions of the affections for the joys that is myself.  They make the ridiculous expressions of the faces.

I cover my face and feign the sleeps.

I Make My Shines

The young plants require the rays of the light.

I bestow upon them my luminousnesses.