1 My losses are no longer unbearable. No sooner do I come out of a loss Then I fall into another. I – for example – died, Died a long time ago And had enough death. When I decided to rise from my death, Dressed green rather than black Ride the cloud instead of the bicycle, I was shocked By the corruption of the cloud And the tear of its underwear. 2 My losses are no longer unbearable. I have gone into fire and got burnt well enough. When I rose up from my ashes And gathered my ashes And sprayed in my blood Lest I might newly die, I was shocked to know That those who threw me into fire Were my friends to whom I gave the light of the green And my beloved people to whom I granted the sun of the cloud. So, I got puzzled as I had not had Myself ready for the role of a redeemer. And I did not imagine that Judas’s role Would be re-shown everywhere with great success. 3 My losses are no longer unbearable. When I thought over the names of cities I found them similar to death. And when I thought over the names of rains, Wounds, thunderbolts and women I grew puzzled Because my body that rose up From its death dozens of times And my heart that resisted The storm, the blood, and the gold Wept before me as two orphan children And complained to me of the lost dream. They screamed because of the lost dream, They went down streets like any crazy couple. So what else could I do but uncover; My losses are no longer unbearable No longer … no longer …unbearable. Thus I will uncover The rearrangement of the rivers, Make them run from the south to the north To reduce my pains. I will rearrange the clouds Make them travel by mail To reduce my childhood’s nakedness. I will rearrange the tears make them more mysterious To satisfy the longing of my gold towers. So nobody can observe my crying And nobody can rejoice at my disaster.