This innocence begins to weigh me down.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.
On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
There are no secrets that time does not reveal.