I, the fragile child
A broken glass is my heart
Bitter grief, I came to know
Before all in life
They call me hostile
Yet, I am fragile
Hidden from everyone
My solitaire, these tears are
They quail before the fire in my eyes
They quail before the poison on my tongue
They quail before the everlasting,
Bold fortitude of mine
They say: A crag is one,
Delirious mountain peak is my other side
Yet, if I be no such
How am I to protect this child?
Crazy pomegranate tree is one,
Ice Palace is my other side