My dear friend, where was I,
When the necessity came and ablaze,
Where did I hide myself out,
Everyone's asked where was the God,
Was I in the fields of meadow,
Sunshine without a shroud of clouds,
Or was I in the dark alley, covered,
Where I was ripped in infernal flames,
It is easy for you to judge,
When nothing could be at stake,
Why could not I listen to you,
Will stay a mystery awake,
At when you stop judging thee,
A value arise within thou,
Only so much I could tell, but,
You will have to cross the well,
At last, to meet me at the end.