Let ‘em not deceive thy restless and oblivious spirit,
They come to remind me of sins I dared commit…
The songs they sing are not to redeem…such pity
Them notes and tune sung with haunting anonymity.
This ain’t a reflection, this thing you call a vision
‘tis a facet of a soul full of deep consternation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem