I The angel Heurtebise, forwa...

I
The angel Heurtebise, forward the stairs
Silken in his wings
Singes me refreshes my memory
The buffoon alone, inept
Here with me in chalcedony
That is shattered, idiot, from your
Supernatural order
II
The angel Heurtebise, incredibly
Brutal, sacked me For grace,
Don't spring likewise high
Bestial lad flower of great
Stature.
I'm in the sack. That's the way
it is. I've had it; take note.
Have you?
III
The angel Heurtebise knocks me down
And you, King Jesus, lenience
Raise me draw