After my friends and brothers
Dropped in the sea of hate,
I got into my boat
Traveling up to the lake of my blood.
After uncountable disasters,
I reached myself and settled in.
I was as delighted as a corpse
With its new grave.
Thus, I have sat in myself
To guard myself.
In order not to forget
What has been done to me,
I have put a spear at my door,
And spotted it with my blood.
I have made out of mud a head like mine.
I have put it on the spear and wept,
Wept until my soul flowed out
Then, I brought my soul back to the head.
Every morning I submissively kneel before the head
To say : "Good morning, Head!
You are heavy with sorrow and letters."
The head replies very calmly:
"Good morning, owner of happy isolation!"