Flee the gods that whip you.

Flee the gods of Desire.

Mouth open, fly 'cross the fields

fly and don't look back.

Run on the edge of death.

You need not be a whipping child.

All gods are passing-powers

fragile as their bended knees, pursuing.

Ready yourself for laughter.

Their fall is near at hand

for other gods pursue as well

and these will be made the less

for all giants fall and bow to Death

have an end you know full well.

So, flee the gods that whip you.

You need not be a whipping child.

Flee the god within you

the one with whip in hand.