I have neither a question to ask nor somebody who is asking for me
I have neither a path to follow nor some means to follow
I am trapped by such love,
There is no one to shoot me down.
I have neither days nor the sun
I have neither sleep nor dreams
I have become silent as a scabbard
I don't have a single confidant
I am steeped in the sufferings I had
If it should said that I regret; no, I am not.
I am like a blend tonight
There is morning for each night,
There is spring for each winter,
There is a time for everything.
There is no remedy for me.