1. O you who draw a treasure of agate from the corners of my eyes,

    I implore you for mercy while a breath of life remains.

  2. My strength has grown too weak to bear my patience

    for you, and my collars too tight to contain my sighs.

  3. I go mad when darkness falls; I have

    no healer but the gentle breeze of dawn.

  4. At times I seek the help of an amulet in that darkness,

    and the scribe at the corners of my eyes colors it with tears.

Sol 6