My Cry!

O Time! Lay siege to my faith, make me repent of what I have done What was it! That wound and that bloodshed what was it! That stirring up of enmity What was it! That fist pounded on mouths that barrage of lead and fire upon the world What was it! That self-taught ignorance a knowledge unlearned, self-consumed What was I myself? A dewdrop in the garden What did I become? The blazing fire of ignorance I burned myself and the soul of the friend I took the husk for a holy verse I stuffed my brain with thorns I bowed down before the mirage of gallows I bowed down in the terrifying desert before a stone idol of some strange fancy before the distant paradise ahead! in the hope of opening the road toward it! I became a slave, a slave of its dream its blind and deaf and disgraced slave True! I took hell for paradise the road: I fell from the pit into the well O Time! Grant me respite on the earth so that I may plant flower seeds in place of hate that I may give kisses to the soil and the sun and the moon that I may be a stream to the springs of the road....