Look not into my songs!
My eyes I lower,
As if I've been caught in an evil deed.

I can't even trust myself
To watch them grow.
Your curiosity is a betrayal!


Bees, when they build their cells,
Also do not let anyone observe them;

Even themselves.
When1 the rich honeycombs
Are brought out to the light of day,

Then you shall taste them before everyone else!