The one with my heart and face -
Nobody sees us when we embrace.
Nobody sees us - not me, not you,
People are blind for the things that are small or huge.
You are the one with my name and face -
Someone who has all the love and grace,
While I am Sorrow, and Grief, and Whine -
Every darkness you take as it's yours, not mine.
Hao, I say, let it be as it is and was:
Nothing is separate, and what is mine is yours -
Language and history, memory, ghosts,
Blindness of people and their hearts' frost.
And though I think that this deal is not tryly fair,
You give me love while I give you the stones to bear,
It seems that it's something that cannot be changed:
If someone beggs then you carry his pain.
Even if there's no tears, no words,
And that is how it goes on Earth,
Which you call holy and I name the hollow land.
But whatever it is, you'll have here my face, and my heart, and my waiting hand.