Keep me safe from passenger-less paths
Keep me safe from poet-less cities
Keep me safe from window-less days
Keep me safe from bandits and robbers

Keep me safe from forbidden wine
Keep me safe from felled cedar trees
Keep me safe from the painless people's blade
on my neck instead of kisses

Keep me safe from head-less shadows
on this painful doorway
Keep me safe from your incompleteness
Keep me safe from my incompleteness

Keep me safe from the last flame
Keep me safe from the raid of wind and ashes
Since the fireplace of the night
can not be fueled on dead butterflies

Keep me safe from sea-less days
Keep me safe from deadening nights
Keep me safe from the scars of a hundred daggers
between the wrinkles of my clothes

Make me dance, O, song-lady
Make me spin, O, song-lady
I'm stuck between speaking up and sleeping
I'm stuck between staying and leaving