The ballad "Seeing and Heart" Grief with the heart of the hair is the companion of this heart deserving of grief with this separation and helplessness If day and night I groan for less
than three or five days when the smell of the flower is half the sound of what the nightingale of the half grows Ask the flower gardener why the flower has reached the flower of the flower Half the flower is with the
heart of the hair The companion of this heart deserves to be sad with this separation and helplessness if day and night I have not
seen the hand and the heart of both A cry that whatever he sees, the heart will learn to make a dagger that bites out of steel .
