1 Music is falling, falling Like a bird, A bunch of grapes, A waterfall. So my heart flies with the bird But my hand can not touch it. The bunch of grapes touches my lips But there is no love knife To cut our sharp emptiness. And the waterfall comes to me I become water to meet it, But I collide with its big stone and drown. 2 Even the letters made me worn-out. They are the only visitors in my biggest loneliness, Who did not hold in their hands: A sun’s bouquet, A handful of the moon Or kisses of feathers. 3 Everybody dressed in the clothes Of the other Except me. When I found nothing to dress in, I went out naked to the street Stark naked. 4 Music is falling With the nice letters ‘L’ Which are as sweet as children’s lips, With the chirp letters ‘R’ And the whispering letters ‘S’ And the dew of the letters ‘N’. 5 Music is coming. I rise from death To meet it as two orphan children Sighing on the festival swing. 6 Since I had acquainted with my blood I found it surrounded by birds. Since I had acquainted with my heart I found it brimmed with alphabets. 7 Happiness is a ballet dancer And sadness is a Bedouin Making earth as a seat for him To play on the rebec. 8 My death was admired by me. But when I tried to repeat it I went crazy! 9 Music is falling, falling The soul gets lost Then vanishes. 10 Music melts as silver does. Music sleeps like lovers Tired by long parting, And heavy abandonment. 11 What beauty! Music plays on And the letters blaze. 12 The rich man delights with the hotel’s female slaves. The singer delights with his new sweetheart. But I, like music, Seek delight only in myself Only mix with my letters and points. 13 How long will I be tortured By the bleeding of letters; The protest of the letters ‘H’ The loss of the letters ‘R’ In the memory of the lost cities, The hypocrisy of the letters ‘S’ The inversion of the letters ‘B until death? My God, How long will the bleeding of letters torture me?