As the convict in me remains Withered my last flower dismissed Its worm smell is calling for forsaken decades Tracing the fate, within the mist Still in my mind, since the soul revealed Still in my heart, since the love removed Still in me, since me with thee, since eternity
As the sad spirit, left me so far Who wept thee for so long? Cradle dreaming in my lonely star Caressing the dwell, through my song With weakness in my veins Running after a celestial muse Searching pure suspicion in vain Drowning in a shabby accuse