I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.

Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile: Water before the faithful, blood before the unbeliever.

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

The patriot blood of my father was warm in my veins.

I've never seen a moon in the sky that, if it didn't take my breath away, at least misplaced it for a moment.

What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe.
It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.