All my toils and devices led to her; all my far visions saw her at the end. For her I harvested the wild rice, tamed the barley, the wheat, and the corn. For her I have died and have lived. For her I put the twelve signs in the sky. For her I scaled mountains, crossed deserts; for her I led the hunt and was forward in battle; and for her and to her I sang my songs of the things I had done. And here, at the end, I can say that I have known no sweeter, deeper madness of being than to drown in the fragrant glory and forgetfulness of her hair.