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