I stole, I stole

Because I stole something precious

He was like me and like a high star

My role model in life doesn't matter to me

He is the embodiment of the qualities of perfection

And I cried in the darkness and gloom of the night

Who has poetry in ecstasy that cares?

And my beauty increased

And I did not know that my faults

Would increase my neglect

And that my hope would increase with my eyelids

Because they separated me from the precious

Until the breeze surprised my heart

And dragged my fatigue and darkness

And I did not know that the jailer was with me

And that with a laugh from me he would free my chains

Until an enemy living beneath me called me

And told me about the arrest of my sons

So why didn't he exploit me?

And why did he touch my sons?

Why did he expel my imagination?

So my question came to what was on my mind

So he said: My heart is tired from my words?

Do not worry about me, for I have dressed in the nights

and worn blackness and purity like me

So when I called my mountains

to lend me my hopes

the mountains refused

to have mercy on me, so they increased my height?