What I write is from the soul of a lifeguard,
the veil of a torment is like my grief always,
I am a prophet, O my friend, hold my hand, I wish you would be
round and kind with this cut breath,
but you, O traveler who dwells on the beach, do
not be happy with the one who was not with you, honest,
I am overwhelmed with torment, from the past, my water,
you are the last refuge, but do not answer
me, your return means with me, always burning, destroying
, buying with me, always burning, always burning.
On the shore of safety, far away from me and this is me,
your happiness means staying without me forever,
your place is not here, between you and me, the sea is
freer than the liberation of a bird that is alone,
what I write is from the soul of a lifeguard, the
veil of a torment is like my sorrow, it is always like my sorrow, oh the
only helper, come from me and pass,
even if you come, my water has passed past me
, come and pass away, do not hear or see me,
do not be happy. To the one whose heart is cut off,
be a stranger to all, be calm away from my torment, be on the
other side of the alley and the sea, be my only mirage, now go,
be free from us, and be separated
from me, stay in me, not with me, be with me, what
I write is from the soul of a lifeguard, the veil of a torment is like my sorrow, what I write is from the soul of a
lifeguard, the
veil of a torment is like my sorrow,
what I write is from the soul. It is a drowning,
the veil of a torment is like my grief always.
