I saw him when I was fifteen
He was beautiful in his arduous garb, sweeping every girls feet to their seat
Thrusting even to the bottomless pit of rivalry and race
Like an eagle soaring high and high

Flattering eyes gazes on his way
But he fixes his to mine, penetrating all the way to my spine
I’m in owe-always – to his stunning existence
But so is the creation’s sense

Victory is his, oh how I wish that’s what was always meant
When the wind starts to change its course
How unfortunate for the dry ground’s fate
To lose in battle when the war hasn’t even began

Now my love cries out from pain
Like a mother who lost her babe, a groom who’s left in the altar by his bride
Tears running on his rosy cheek
Oh nation! Hear the moans of your dying land

Look at him! Once was exalted, now the object of mockery
Beaten, crushed, destroyed, abandoned and unloved
Wailing like a child, pleading for a cause
Love me again like you did before, oh just love me again…

Rain, my pain’s best countenance
Quakes are the throbbing of my depths
Precious one, how long will you ignore the weeping of your ardent lover?
To be in my arms yet yearning for Martian’s touch

Beautiful memories wilting slowly in my mind
With the broken pieces of my heart in hand
Look at me my bride, not with disdain but with adoration
For I might leave you sooner than the rising of the sun

Kiss me with your passionate affection before I perish
Possess me once more! Let your warmth embrace my suffering and misery
Hugged me to your breast until I renew my strength
Once more, come and be mine until I give my last breath