1. My friend wandered in his land
Clouds piled upon his darkness

2. A brother of mine, though no blood ties us
Neither his father nor mother are kin to me

3. He's changed until I hardly know him
Except I do know his name

4. And he means to me only tenderness
For which poetry flows in his understanding

5. So is musk - it gives no pleasure
To its bearer but its scent