You say I am lost from your eyes;
That on your rainless eyes, I became rain;
That on your glassy heart, I became the blood!
You say that you are guiltless and I am guilty;
That you have sorrow and I am vain;
That my guilt is big and my sorrow little;
That your sorrow is big and you have no guilt!
Then I remind you-
The day that in the garden of love,
I gazed with my rainy eyes-
To your rainless eyes;
And sang my burial song to you!
Then you searched for me,
But I was gone!! …