1. Poetry which time has dyed with the hue of a connoisseur
A color it established stable, unchanging

2. My specter, even if I gain wealth for the earth
Is a flavor and element of our finest, like onions

3. And all people desire what eludes them
And tomorrow they strive for unattained goals

4. Disassociating without any fault among them
And a brother of sins, not one to disassociate

5. If they were to choose between life and otherwise
This world would not be the chooser's attainment

6. And I see the youth, having reached the heights of glory
Through fortune, not his years or pruning hook

7. A body that blames the soul, and it blames the body
In an overall and detailed affair between them

8. They conflict, and in conflict there is respite
From the misery of a life bound by hurts

9. Souls receive their shrouds from darkness
Or dawn, or daylight, or sunset

10. It's as if your soul never lodged in its person
And the wind never blew into its joints