1. It grieves me to find consolation
In a poet brimming with hope

2. And whose spirit is filled with pure light
As if his guidance came from heaven

3. How could he make life and the land good
Then disappoint, torture or do wrong?

4. From where does one find solace in tragedies
While our world is filled with misery?

5. We fabricate happiness in stubbornness
For our dignity, though stubbornness is futile

6. We think ourselves masters though slaves
Lost in delusion or hypocrisy

7. Nothing rules but destiny
Deceiving us with its cunning

8. A matter that confused all minds
The existence or oblivion of both worlds

9. All we encounter and hope for are equal
As electricity permeates conduits

10. In the path of survival there is oblivion for us
And in the path of oblivion there is survival

11. Despite the tragedy, I, hopelessness, am patient
When patience is redemption

12. If the martyr drowned, we too have drowned
In greater hopelessness and no savior