1. If he was angry, my chest would not contain
The nonsense, and ignorance would appear after wisdom

2. And if he was hurt, my standing by you would not be long
And I would not come to listen to the tale of the wolf and the lamb

3. And if he regretted, he would break the rest of my swords
On the paths of connection and separation of intimacy

4. The sound of breaking bones that are my letters
Has no words easy for my lips to utter

5. If I come with tears wetting my palms
And if I come to say the sweetness that hurts me like bees

6. The burden that my shoulders carry
Is not the lamb but death that has become my burden

7. And whoever said tomorrow, I say tomorrow are my shrouds
And the rest, the slopes of sand chant about it