We are only born once,
 Then we are born several times later,
 We die once,
 And we shall not die forever,
 We are a tribe that one wolf can devour us,
 Inherits  clothes, shoes, kitchen utensils, shrouds of the dead,
 We talk to ethereal beings,
 We address the reeds, the star and the fish by their names,
 Understand us and we understand it,
 We go out to the river with our court and our judiciary
 We grate with water and dirt.