You, gorgeous angel, carrying you high
What are doing here in this land?
Again I hear this tormented sigh,
As if you try but fail to understand.
You, tender creature, throwing you down
Why do care so much, my dear?
Again I see you in my hometown -
You kiss my frown and uncry my tear.
You, guardian being, spreading you around
How do you cope with so many foes?
Again I feel how tightly we are bound.
Without you my verses turn to prose.