Keep your present mind.
Swarming in Sunless caves, only useless effort.
Gadfly be humble yet.
Keep silent, bitter no less, plaything of the winds.
It is words no longer.
A child, I am wronged.
The raven has now gorged a lofty fear.
The wise want love, the world wants to be betrayed.
Some new bliss: the death of us, an overthrow, my poverty, confused to ill.