1. My eyes ache, a specter of pain
Of a darkness that knocked in the gloom

2. I imagined a phantom that strayed
And stole my dream of that dream

3. Yet I cannot forget her arrival
A branch she tipped, watered with blood

4. She rose like the full moon in night’s veil
Lofty in the sky, ascendant and complete

5. On her head was a blue turban
And on her cheeks a rosary of hail

6. She did not await the rising dawn
Nor was modest before the shy morning light

7. You have saddened me, summit of joy
And sickened me, cure of sickness

8. Is this shrine or imposture?
And your veil, is it pain or calm?

9. A day is like a bride’s gown
Beautiful and sweet when inhaled

10. I removed my finery, and did not apologize
Nor was modest, as the modest are

11. And met in it the north wind’s serenity
With the harmony of inclusion and song of melody

12. My soul is yours, this winter
Has seized us with its sovereignty

13. And no coins remain of my hoard
Nor any clothes but patches

14. The breeze affects them
And imaginings fray them

15. You are the pillar, we are the destitute
You are the leader, we are the servants