I cannot cherish his face if I leave,

But to live is to swallow all pain and sorrow,

To live is to commit sinful acts tomorrow,

Tomorrow, I might deceive, kill, or thieve!

I must suffer if my skin is still warm,

But if I die, I cannot paint the skies,

I cannot scream and cry on my lover’s arm,

Or bring him solace when he cries or sighs.

I do not dare to divorce Life

So I can marry and kiss Death,

So here I am, clinging to both,

Like a corpse that can barely cast a breath.

In silence, my heart can cry the loudest,

In solitude, I can be the freest,

In the presence of stars, I can be true,

In the absence of men, I can kiss you.

I love to be away from human sight,

But sometimes, the owl’s hoots reminded me

That I cannot stay shrouded endlessly,

And that I must see the coming twilight.

If only the Sun would burn all my woes,

And not unveil all human wickedness,

I might not declare him one of my foes,

Nor would I write insults of his brightness.

The dark brings solace to the troubled soul,

But beware; the dark might leave a hole.