I am left alone this spring,
Are you in the rains that took my mind?
Now my body longs for you,
Are you on the lands burning without me?
Golden papers await us.
May my heart wither like blue roses,
My mind foggy with lives without a tomorrow,
Are you in the dirty, rusty winds?
I, who remain unchanged in those days,
You, in corrupt and traitorous hands.
Your name on tongues other than my lips,
Are you in the sin-scented arms?
My exile's end passes in midwinter,
Resentful and sad for my dark-eyed one.
The lines of my life are written on your palm,
Are you on the forbidden paths to the beloved?