"Thou dost not appear to comprehend,
A pity thou appeared as an honorable gentleman.
And all the anxieties thou cherish so dearly
Shall metamorphose into murmurs in thine ear.
And thou art aware that words may wound thee,
And thou art cognizant that they hold great significance.
Yet thou dost not perceive aught.
I am descending, I am vanishing,
I have forfeited everything.
And thou dost not resemble the deceitful sort,
A pity that I can discern thy thoughts.
And all the sentiments I perceive therein,
A smile illuminated by candles that we both partake in.
And thou art aware I harbor no intention to harm thee,
Yet thou art cognizant that it holds great significance.
Yet thou dost not perceive aught."