1. I see things sometimes hanging in my heart
So they must wear out and tear apart

2. I went through phases, seeing every lesson
And youth was made anew in me, so it was shaped

3. And every person, in their lifelong quest
May find it open sometimes or closed

4. And he who lacks good fortune, his view avails naught
And it suffices one that his view avails

5. And nothing ever grew unless it was diminished
And the two thousands never gathered unless they split

6. I am the son of those who passed, so my kinship is to death
So strange that I remained intimate with death

7. And I trusted in my days despite their treachery
And the days did not give me from them a pact

8. Is it not the right of the suffering one for what is coming
to him soon that he pass the night wakeful

9. Oh memory of those under dust who are my loved ones
And I made a pact with them from a distant place of meeting

10. I yearned so my tears flowed and I was not
The first to weep from yearning