O! people of this land
Before you lie my poor lover
I have followed her night and day
Even in the darkest hours of night
Everything I have done in cherish of her fragile grace
I have traded my favourite friends
In substitution for her pleasure
Here my spirit, turning away from her sight
Here I am, crying in anguish
Here I stand, with the heaviest burden under the sky
Wandering endlessly with the memory of sadness
Then seeing the sky with its brightness and golden colour
The fire of joy returns to my face
I have got a story that has never been told
BIN ZAK
