He talks because of endless ignorance, Not that he has knowledge of any sort. And every time he thinks he's in the right, When just getting a bit of dumb support.
The world's unfair, and life is always tough, It's hard to be a star through all this stuff. I have no eye for someone's fame or honor, My virtues are my life, and that's enough.
The tears I shed for you, all one by one, Are more precious than moon or sun. I hope they come alive at Judgment Day, So they will intercede, before it's done.
I heard a silky voice, deep in the night, Between a moon and face had been my sight. A dusk-haired girl, perhaps perfumed with musk, Had said to me: ''don't hurry to get right.''
For long I was not certain of my name. This anxious soul of mine I could not claim. Since birth, from form to form my frame has changed, But still, I always have been just the same.
Today I want to weep, and all day long, To sing my feelings through a woeful song. I have some words, hidden within my heart, They cannot seem to flow from off my tongue.
Just look, how easy do those small birds fly, Over the things which make us always cry. Flying away into the pathless spaces, There is no grief or pain within the sky.
My words are sharp like stings of bees in spring, But I will die lastly when I shall sting. I have become a nightingale right now, To only sooth the hearts, I now shall sing.
