1. I would have written, were it not for tears flowing from my eyes
That would have dried my reply, from my burning breath

2. And I have longing, the likes of which no tongue proclaimed
To ears that heed, on sheets of paper

3. And I have, of the flirtations of love and its passions
Conversations that distract one from the pleasure of the cup

4. And if I were, in my time, to attain my hopes
I would have moved for you, with great effort, eyes and head