1. Words fail us and pain grows intense,
Sorrows approach with their waves foaming.

2. Who sets my heart aflame from its banks?
Leaving the night in my eyes to avenge.

3. I tried the journey of days with my steed,
Yet from the days I knew no deafening.

4. This age we live in is so strange,
Woe to whom in it my steps have stumbled.

5. I listened to songs and poetry died on my lips,
Nothingness embraced time in our days.

6. The wound of sorrow grew old in our homes,
Night wasted a dawn that used to smile.

7. All the words we've said became futile,
Regret now sprouts from our pages.

8. What have we reaped when time bewildered us?
Our message was lost and dreams sought help.

9. Our beginning was blood and today we carry it,
All existence is a mirage O pen.

10. These are the poems of my dreams I tear apart,
"Silence is best folded upon the lips."