1. My pen is wounded with many scars
It knows not what sadness it pours

2. As if at the tip of its feather a wall
And from its agonies a mouth that shrieks

3. When I hold it to write a letter
Its speech stutters though it's eloquent

4. I joke with it with rhyming tunes
Yet I feel it turns away from me

5. On my heart loads of burdens
And in its depths a dream that weeps

6. A wave of my groans storms it
And in it a wind blows the boats

7. My heart's pains ignite its ink
So its outside like its inside oozes

8. And how I tried to divert my sorrows from it
But did not succeed and the wounds remained

9. It's as if the ink in my pen is tears
That flow on the cheeks of its pages