1. And a little girl like tiny particles
Black-faced like the blackness of a pot

2. They all cling to my chest
Until the pillar of dawn appeared

3. And the sun rose, I went out a captive
I precede them to the roots of the walls

4. Oh a young man who carries my burden
This is the whole of my story and matter

5. So listen to my words and avoid my evil
For you are my resolution and treasure

6. I named myself in my poetry
I am the father of poverty and the mother of poverty