Оригинален текст
Many rocks the rapid has
a lot of billows the sea
more plentiful are my cares
then cones on a spruce
beard moss on a juniper
gnarls upon a pine bark
knobs upon a fir
husks on a grass-top
boughs on a bad tree.
Drag my cares away
carry off my griefs
for no horse can draw
no iron-shod jerk
without the shaft-bow shaking off
the cares of this skinny one
the sorrows of this black bird