1. I turned away, and you are the spirit, the question, the hope
The hand of longing went to play with fate

2. I deserted by the rule of loss, fatigue, and boredom
And your vision made my eyes desolate, and it did not cease

3. Roaming in your orchard of roses and gardens ever green
I deserted a lover whose loyalty did not fail

4. And nothing of him remained except his ailments and blood
And the tearful eyes overflowed with his blood

5. So if you fear the tongue of his crying
The view is none but to wink with closed eyes