1. Pained, so pained am I. Why this pain?
Perplexed, the questioning mind bows.

2. What do I feel? Part of my sorrow
I know, and part remains obscure.

3. Some of this blood-red grief is mine,
And some remains beyond my ken

4. From wounds of the soul, what I know
And manifold more that I cannot grasp.

5. My soul’s a mad flame raging wild
Engulfing me in its frenzied burn.

6. My heart within my ribs, a corpse
I carry alone in deep lament.

7. My tears make the wounds smile, so it seems
Each wound’s a mouth on my being.

8. The wounds’ smile, how I cry! And how
Their lips in red blood flow, crimson streams.

9. I wander the wounds’ maze endlessly
To end where I began, no closure found.

10. You shun me, life, but I crave your charm
As the mute person craves for speech.

11. Though life has wronged me, she’s still my mother,
I’m blessed by the good fate grants me.

12. Deprivation is my deprivation, yet
I rave with life’s passion and I dream.

13. If the present oppresses, imagination
Consoles, with its visions serene.

14. Alone I live with worries, and my solitude
Is laden with despair, always it seems.

15. Yet I love worries, for they make me ponder
And interpret the silence they veil.

16. I love life, in good and evil,
And love all people, feel their pain.

17. I shape “the wounds’ philosophy” into songs
That give hope to the carefree, and console the suffering soul.