Casida of the Lament

I have shut my balcony Because I do not want to hear the weeping But from behind the great walls Nothing else is heard but the weeping There are very few angels that sing There are very few dogs that bark A thousand violins fit into the palm of my hand But the weeping is an immense dog The weeping is an immense angel The weeping is an immense violin The tears muzzle the wind Nothing else is heard but the weeping