1. A traveler above the embers of words burning
A traveler whose provisions are melodies and passions

2. A traveler who never complained of bleeding or fatigue
How could one who's nerves are fatigued complain?

3. If sorrow complained, it would not purify affection
If it complained before, lovers would not love

4. O you who traveled, where did you go at dawn?
Your poetry horses, their chests raced ahead

5. To which abode do the rescued females return and who
Will the caravan and waves crashing target?

6. Be gentle, the path is perilous
And night behind you and the hunter on the loose

7. And whoever you whispered the secret to betrayed you
And sold your eyes for the one he adored, "a mercenary"

8. No.. I will feed this bait a rhyme
I was provided it and people are given what they are given

9. I still burn meanings, suspend them
As stars for those who got lost in winding roads

10. I still burn them in love, and I have hope
In them I will burn until the last breath

11. For in my letters there's an unmatched morning
And in the morning of my letters darkness drowns

12. I have not left them with my wounds, I wrapped them
We are all alike in pain from their wounds

13. I ignited from my heart's fire in them an ember
And here I am, with the smoke of love suffocating

14. I spoke truthfully to them in my lyrics and they called me a liar
My people, I swear the people did not believe

15. I trusted and so I was killed for my trust
So it was that I do not trust except in God