1. My beloved, who else but you has fallen in love with a mere idea,
A ghost and a fantasy that breaks the heart

2. No one warned you of its deception and witchcraft
No one told your heart of ruin and barren seasons

3. No righteousness in his book, no honey in his ink
No light in his exile, lost and wandering

4. If only you had listened, while all eyes were scattered
Tears screaming between sword and horseshoe

5. Do not slaughter him, though he lives long in pain
His fantasy surpassed the beauty of past and present

6. Those who stabbed him, leave a handspan in his chest
For love to settle in or depart

7. The planet you call small because it is so far
And your vision falls short

8. Do not envy him, take a morsel of your bread
For his hunger, and give the heart and the viewer their youth

9. That which is little overflows in abundance
And that which is plenty lacks rare essence

10. That which is little overflows in abundance
And his fingers, though you count them endless

11. His fingers, though you count only ten
In every rock whiteness of protruding bone

12. In every land we dug his graves a nail
And all who wept, each tear births a poet

13. Each wound bleeds and sets his mind aflame
And all who wept, each tear births a poet