Who lights the sun in my everlasting dusk
And talks to me, breaking my serenity?
Who wakes me up with scent of musk
And finishes my illusion of eternity?
Was it heaven or hell? The question arises
What summoned me abruptly to strange existence?
What dragged me out of the womb? What a crisis!
What a show! What a struggle! A war with no resistance!
Who’s the cub conceived in solitude?
Where’s the pride of this lion in shame?
Where’s the power of this king in servitude?
Where’s the crown, the poise, the name?
Forsaken shelter that homeless have rejected
Banned words from a language never spoken
The one heir that the emperor has neglected
I’m worth an oath long ago broken
Angels, Angels, behold my comedy!
The story of the newborn abandoned son
Existence surrounded by vain tragedy
Don’t ask for a name for I have none
Call me, divine! Call me for salvation
But in the Book of Life I’m not listed
Call me, doomed! Call for condemnation
