Possessing the ultimate power

Vultures surrounding waiting to devour

The darkest, agonizing hour

Enclosed in his reign, high from his tower

The voice of the wind of an hour

Granted him dominion and power

High is, the virtue of the course

High will be the gaiety of the old

High is, the horn of the travelling

High the crow in the evening

High is, truth when it shines

Higher when it speaks

High is, my violent intent

Higher if it comes against reason

The sovereign chair

Supreme ruler

In earth and heaven

In glade and bower

High is, the elder wisdom

High was the path to travel

High is, the briskly-moving stream

Higher, around the violent borders

High is the swing of the sword

High when it comes from the king

High is the sovereign chair

High, the wise one, that keeps it

With his staff and his wisdom

With his swift irruptions

With his sovereign prince

With his scriptural number

With his red purple

With his assault over the vale

With his appropriate chair

Amongst the retinue over the wall

Let him be a conductor of fleets

The billow cover over the shingle

Let the land become ocean

So that it leaves not the cliffs

Let the old, renewed border fall!

So that we can raise new blood

Let it be fragile in like manner

Fickle and dissolving