Esau, shaggy, blessed with the fragrance of the field, I owe you an ancient debt; it lies sunken in my depth, burried in my interred treasures...
Esau, hushed, behind your back quietly I sucked the flavors of your fate, the potent beverage of you, Esau, redolent of fields .
Esau, hairy, with blind father's blessing on jungle-head mild and fair — do not dun me now...Do not dun me now...Drop by drop it has sunk in my hoary sadness. Drop by drop it has oozed out with all my countless souls on the ashes of the route, on the ashes of existence...
Esau, on the wide, wide torment-plains of mouldy antiquity there is spun, woven, embroidered my ancient heart, my aged dream, my tarnished look... Seek there, seek...Esau, return to your ewes and lambs, your balmy wells, lay your hand on them, your hairy ancient hand...