(1) Tears besieged me as a tank besieged A blind man in the wilderness. (2) Tears of forty-years old are a superstition. Music in tears is childhood. Dance in tears is the extremist madness. The letter in tears is my poetry, O blind man. (3) How did I get lost ? How ? Who threw me in the fathomless vale Buried me in the desert, Planted me in the belly Of a lost cloud ? Who made me run Behind the sun’s tail to the death ? (4) When would my language stop delirium ? (5) It is you .. you Who celebrate my death And forget yours. It is you Who is lost in my body and time’s body. Have you given heed to tears ? Have you given heed to death at the door ? And to love breaking down like a mountain of snow ? Have you given heed to your tears ? (6) After I had spent seventy centuries In appearing in the sun’s tail That was full of blood, dust, and moan I found nothing but words, words, and words. Words of tears, Letters of tears, Dots of tears. (7) What made me so lost ? Do tell me ! O, my age ! O, mountain of tears !