1. How many a heart has narrowed after its joy,
And the sorrows of years have clothed it in misery.

2. Words crowd together in its depths,
Shall it reveal or keep speech imprisoned?!

3. So if it speaks what is inside it,
The words are taken distorted and inverted.

4. Do not blame it if its silence stammers,
Or it lives with a wounded feeling, despairing.

5. This life was not wide enough for its revealings,
For all its words to remain imprisoned.