Patience has turned away, return the solace of my heart,  
Ignite the fire of   my love, let no calamity depart.  
An age has passed, bearing wounds upon my chest,  
Another age I need, to sing the pain, to  count the scars, to  find rest.  
My madness has wandered again through the lanes of dreams,  
My thoughts, adrift, remain in some distant city’s streams.  
Your pride, O my life, will one day fade and decay,  
Only then will the flowers bloom upon my grave’s array.
O my beloved, you’ll regret one day,  
Till then, my grave shall bloom where flowers lay.