I don't think I'll see you again,
     as if I had fallen dead,
     leave me yesterday to ponder.
     Oh my solace!
     Sad eyed rivers have become      
     nothing to me, cloistered gardens,
     dying without rain?

     Faintly weeping, consumed by loving fire,
     Yes it includes me insides everything higher.
     What can I not rest? Much or little?
     Sore words exchanged, since so much
     Fortune was my enemy, strange
     that I have lost my sweet friend?
     World without end. 

       Waves greet the morn, unable to go on
      The day blooms stingily,
      A cold wind from the north lands,
      from whence we came aeons ago,
      Not summoned fruitlessly with blood.
      I seek to keep my gritty heart beating
      As the day lightens, like a soothsayer's promise.
      What have we done this long night long?
      Except fight, fight, fight longingly to survive.