No soul is caged in blame
For this is a fate I chased myself,
I pour a monster in me
That opens wounds
To my so loved mistress

No! don’t follow my tipsy footprints,
Burn the map that I gave you,
It will lead you to worse parts
It will lead you to this state,
Don’t my sons!

I halt my life
For your pillows to console again,
I feel no comfort in my grave
For my pilgrimage ceased
In the beginning
Of my fellowship with the bottles