Those maidens there, the veins, who run their course in robes of ruddy hue, Must now stand quiet, reft of power, like sisters who are brother-less.
Stay still, thou upper vein, stay still, thou lower, stay, thou midmost one, The smallest one of all stands still: let the great vessel e'en be still.
Among a thousand vessels charged with blood, among a thousand veins, Even these the middlemost stand still and their extremities have rest.
A mighty rampart built of sand hath circled and encompassed you: Be still, and quietly take rest.
