Have you ever wanted to know,
why foxes cry out together at midnight?
Have you wanted to ask,
why the clouds roar like thunder before a fall?
Did you try to understand,
why a lover’s tears at last trickle down the nose?
Have you thought,
why has your lover suffered this downfall?
Has he lost his joy trying to match his happiness with someone?
Has he lost himself into whose spell did he slip?
I know you never sought to know,
I know you have no experience of sinking into the darkness of a fall.
No one kept you bereft of love,
at no hour did anyone call you beloved.
You never learned the ache of losing,
you do not understand that a blind lover’s fate obeys only the law of downfall.
When I loved you, I thought you a priceless gem.
Do you know what I received in return?
Only the pitiful collapse of an ordered life.
The place I gave you in my heart did you ever think,
how grotesquely you severed that heart?
I know you did not think and you will not think.
To you I was a lover, yes.
But more than that, a low, doglike wretch.
Was loving you such a crime, then?
Think of how fiercely you burned me,
perhaps the same burning may one day visit your life, too.