Friends, friends, my dear friends,
Huddling around me as I lie on the pyre,
What do you cry for? Why drench the logs?
Are you trying to save me from the fire?
Hey! the hand that is stroking my hair,
Where was it when I sat in the room?
Yearning for the hand to hold me
Dying for the caress to save my life
Ah! the hand that feeds raw rice,
In my open mouth that I can't close
Thank you! only if you had come earlier,
Only if you had fed me when I needed it most
Hmm! what an embrace, I think, only think, dear arms,
For I can't feel it, from where I am, outside,
Where were you, when I needed one?
As I sat staring at the grey walls endlessly
Hands that care and eyes in spate,
Don't drench the wood, I ask of thee,
Let me burn now at least, it's all I want,
Go away, for your tying me to the stake, let purpose be.
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