The opponent boils over — let him blow off steam.
Quarreling is an unkind habit,
Piling on wood and a clamped-down lid
Do not quell the feud.

I will cool down myself, the enemy will calm,
The conflict’s urgency will vanish,
Anger will scatter like gunpowder,
And hatred will later fall still.

When Cain is afraid of himself,
He hides the axe far from trouble.
In sufferings from wars he will learn peace,
And the Lord’s mercy will not pass by.