In every today I see remains of a yesterday
Do not speak to me of mornings and morrows
I have been deprived of free flight
Do not explain life to a wounded bird like me
Beware, do not cry for my false sighs
Beware, believe not, my screams and my pain
Fearing the hunter, I have left many a flock
Speak not to me of parting from friends
Do not pride yourself on your tricks, cheating and talismans
I fell willingly in to the trap of destiny
I have just emerged from the prison of reason
Spare me the tales of Plato's intellect
Since i have chased away my heart's hopes for the future
Do not tell sweet stories about yesterdays
Seeing the seeds of the end in the beginning, I wept.
Do not lament to me of time's passing
Do not hope in the begging bowl of the sky
The Cup Bearer of eternity has placed your bowl upside down.