1. O poet who plowed his pen
Through poetry until trees grew

2. How strange that you forget everything
As you flow alone against the tide

3. Try like others to write a poem
In silence, and embark on the journey

4. O you who discourage me, go slowly, for I
See behind our darkness the lights

5. All those who color their words
To profit will face losses

6. My era is an ocean of wounds, and I
Have wanted since my childhood to sail

7. I will keep lighting my poems on the road
So wanderers see the thorns and trees

8. I will keep playing my weeping melody
On the string of sorrow, pitiless to strings

9. Until I see the dawn of belief laughing
Freely, until I hear the birds

10. There, I will extend the shade of my poems
And run rivers under it

11. Tell those who distort my purposes
My love for you made the poem fire