I am wrapped away in the old badmantel*
Wounded again in my heart!
Come cry to Buddha
Come cry to God...

I am walking now in the dark
Relying on my feelings:
For if one is so blind
One can't see a thing!

I've lain in bed one-day-and-one-night
Mourning my own death,
Dumb to every sound
Deaf to all musique!

Tried to nurse myself
With all motherings
With all healthy thoughts
But my soul keeps bleeding!

Come cry with me!
Come heal my pain!
Don't let our beautiful hours
Run through fingers like sand!

*bath robe