Agony What is this passion burning like fire? how strange, it leaves behind gardens instead of charred ashes My fleeing is futile, fate has been written loneliness will be my companion and yearning my mount. Weep not for me O my comrade For imagination is a loyal friend and nostalgia my solace Say to him who would blame me; Your cruelty has no victim for the one you blame has fallen Leave me be to perish in love Instead, pity the one who yearns not for the Source of every beauty