الرسم بالكلمات [English translation]

Don't ask me for an account of my life

It would take too long to tell, your majesty

I've lived in all ages, so it feels as though

I am a million years old

My suitcases are exhausted from travel

And I'm tired of my steeds and my conquests

All of the dark and light-skinned cheeks in the world

have had my banners planted upon their land

And today I sit atop the deck of my ship

Like a thief looking for his rescue

Where are the captives? Where is my loot?

Where's the incense? It's vanishing from my chambers

Today the cheeks take their revenge

And return my stabs right back at me

I am like a street lamp, my friend

I cry but nobody sees my tears

Don't ask me for an account of my life

It would take too long to tell, your majesty

I am incapable of loving any ant,

any cloud or even any pebble

I tried a thousand different types of love

And found that the best type is loving myself

Love is all the same now

Just like leaves in forests are the same

All our paths are dead ends

And our salvation lies within painting with words

Don't ask me for an account of my life

It would take too long to tell, your majesty