1. Love is but a throb renewed
In our soul the pulse of day unending

2. I paved with whispers my paths of return
Leveling while visions disrobed

3. With beauty, with the orchestral sorcery of space
Our thoughts in its fortress enslaved

4. They said that fate bemoans its lot
But my door to gloom is shut

5. They speak perforce of the concerns of poems
Feigning while in their haunts thundered

6. That conscience and its dried-up purposes
To one who deemed circles purposeful

7. Revel in its ambiguity midst their gloom
Let eloquence with spontaneity flow!

8. Feelings do come upon us suddenly
And honesty in poets is unintentional

9. The wily ascended in ranks of his darkness
As though heedlessly ascending

10. Stop! Do you see it a theater of heights
That housed dolls to summarize the scene?!

11. True saw the path of composure a law
Eloquence indeed in composure confirmed

12. No worry in stringing necklaces but
Worry in my chest roars

13. The throne of poetry adorned with obsessions
A thousand strove to ascend it and scattered

14. Complain to the orbit of questioning leaning
Its pleas by certitude's meteors aided

15. Sorrow is a poison in the faces of my poems
And on the cheek of arts for it a hand grew