My strength is enough to shed tears from my eyes,
I tie up chains to my hands,
I always drink love
And eat a love-thorn with great pleasure.
To our life that is mournful and brilliant
Phoenix comes asking refuge
We fly, and to our wings
The sky comes closer and closer.
I don’t care about my body,
Oh, my blossoming soul is the capital of my spirit.
In the slum which is unseen and full of love
A pregnant Happiness bears a child.
