I would rather accept the blessings of blindness,
Than to see you cry with teeming tears;
You are too innocent and pure for that mess,
I would fight the devil without any fears.

I would rather accept the blessings of freeze,
Than to see you cold with shivering smears;
You are too kind and giving like trees,
I would fight harsh winter with warm spears.

I would rather accept the blessings of blood,
Than to see you hurt with agonising tears;
You are too gentle and warm to see others glad
I would fight any army without warring gears

I would rather accept the blessings of emptiness,
Than to see you lonely and sad with un-cheers;
For you are too loving and full of joyfulness,
I would fight the demons with lightning shears.