1 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 brotherless.

2 Stay still, thou upper vein, stay still, thou lower, stay, thou midmost one, the smallest one of all stands still: let the great vessel even be still.

3 Among a thousand vessels charged with blood, among a thousand veins, even these the middlemost stand still and their extremities have rest.

4 A mighty rampart built of sand hath circled and encompassed you: be still, and quietly take rest.