Unless, at once, you place upon the ground whatever you may be holding in your hand.
If you've nothing in your hand, why, theres no more to be said.
You must set down on the Earth, by your feet, whatever you have in your hand and speak virtuously and faithfully praises of the mountain hare.
Delightful, long-eared, leaper of tussocks:
I bless you with the point of my elbow, and crack my knucklebones.
For you outrun the gusty wind that shakes the grasses.
You are as beautiful in your brown eyes as any king's daughter.
Regally you sit among the stones.
May you prosper in all your camellias, and leave me to my own.