Because my eyes do not stop crying
Sorrows that never cease to tire me
Then the fire does not relent to burn in me
It can whom I never could slow
Blind love does not tire in guiding me
To a place from where I does not know to bring me back
Nor does it leave the whole world to listen to me
While I with feeble voice do not leave
And if in the mountains, the rivers or valleys
Pity lives or within lives love
In beasts, birds, plants, rocks, water
They listen to the long history of my ills
And heal your pain with my pain
What great sorrows can heal wounds