He has reared his hut by the stream in the valley, —That large man, so much at his ease. Alone he sleeps, and wakes, and talks. He swears he will never forget (his true joy). He has reared his hut in the bend of the mound, —That large man, with such an air of indifference. Alone, he sleeps and wakes, and sings. He swears he will never pass from this spot. He has reared his hut on the level height, —That large man, so self collected. Alone, he sleeps and wakes, and sleeps again. He swears he will never tell (of his delight).