As a  chain fence protects a herd of cattle from the wind,
You protect me from the falsehood of life.

With my  trust in your palm,
you willingly lead me into the safety of peril.

For my head upon your shoulder,
fits like an agonizing glove.

The love you possess for me,
is the same love a wife has for her husband’s mistress.

The amiable animosity that you show toward me,
is not deserving.

Your head now rests where my father’s once did,
and my mother’s heart beats as it once did for pure love.

You would know an insignificant amount about purity,
For it was you who corrupted my immaculacy.