Ugliness and unfamiliarity Are an artistic portrait of monstrosity. In reality, monsters are so good to look at. Because their survival depends on that.
He talks because of endless ignorance, Not that he has knowledge of any sort. And every time he thinks he's in the right, When just getting a bit of dumb support.
The world's unfair, and life is always tough, It's hard to be a star through all this stuff. I have no eye for someone's fame or honor, My virtues are my life, and that's enough.
The tears I shed for you, all one by one, Are more precious than moon or sun. I hope they come alive at Judgment Day, So they will intercede, before it's done.
I heard a silky voice, deep in the night, Between a moon and face had been my sight. A dusk-haired girl, perhaps perfumed with musk, Had said to me: ''don't hurry to get right.''
For long I was not certain of my name. This anxious soul of mine I could not claim. Since birth, from form to form my frame has changed, But still, I always have been just the same.
