As the sun dives below the horizon

And night sings its darkness melodies,

I must once again 

force myself to lay down and seek

My land of endless miseries

I’ve watched its tiny gleaming suns,

And my darkness that surrounds their light-

A myriad of jubilant sparks drown

In my vast pool of spite

I’ve closely watched the magnificent sun,

Which gives birth to the dawn of day 

I’ve nearly seen the sun’s tears. the sun

Gripping me tight as day

I’ve watched the sun pop!

Like a colossal yellow balloon,

Spreading fragments of itself,

A magnificent spherical vase

Exploded by my dismal heart

I’ve seen in dreams the sun cry away

But hence the day, 

I’ve stole the sun’s last ray, I’ve felt

The sun’s tears run through me

Like the broad, fast-flowing rivers

below the eastern well.