1. The tune of departure is bitter..and the wound
And love and poetry and confession

2. And wishes...and remembering the beloved
Of these things we do not recover

3. We sleep to the echoes of a memory
So happiness flutters above our heads

4. No sooner do we row towards our laughter
Than...salt separates us

5. Yearning does not understand our letters
Yearning is not drawn by prose

6. It is an unbeliever in meter...if poems
Were written for its eyes, and praise

7. And yearning’s first business is departure
And if it settles in the breast it is destruction

8. A perfume that moistens us like a song
And melts us with its voice’s breath

9. A challenger..who carried passion as a sword
Neither pardon satisfies him nor peace

10. He comes without promise, shakes our hand
As if he is erasing our suns

11. If we are touched by his injustice with a wound
We are not touched by his injustice with a wound

12. More faithful and nobler than our companion
Crueler in nature than a kind enemy

13. Yearning is the dearest lie a smile has told
And the bitterest night that morning has betrayed

14. We enjoy it and do not interpret it
And sense its embers..and no explanation

15. It is a breeze..that takes us by surprise at dawn
And doves..whose pecking is lament

16. Yearning? This yearning is questions
In the chest its dead awaken a tomb

17. The world has not written their answers
So we remain..neither sleeping nor waking