1. The shadows of past dreams recur to me,
Though the phantom itself is far, dreams still gleam.

2. Summer passes, followed fast by winter's chill,
Both my winter and summer cause me pain and grief.

3. I'm like a guest among kith, kin and home,
A stranger wearing welcome's garb so brief.

4. My broken heart still seeks to mend its wounds
With the healing breath of one whose heart runs deep.

5. Just as thoughts may cure the wounds that blades have wrought,
Can thoughts heal the hurts by swords so fiercely cleft?