The stony walls of the city scornfully stare at me,
The portals of benevolence are shut against me;
The mirrors of future in the receding sun, cast upon me a sordid halo
Banished by the lords of justice, I crawl upon my shadows.
What friends, what foes, what sobs, what jeers-
The venomous verdict keeps rumbling in my ears,
With remnants rustic, stacked against a stooped back
The people, the home, the future, the past - goodbye to all that.
To quench my thirst with the mist befalling my way,
With my stigma smeared name, am I forbidden to pray?
In the thorny desert that I tread, no oasis lies,
In the envelope of emptiness enshrouding me - what cries, what sights!
Fortune, affection, smile, hope, grace
All went past, bit by bit, merging slowly with the yesterday,
The lamp's long been put out, I survive like a zombie,
In the confines of the hourglass, I die with the passing of each die!
As I serve my sentence, I learn my lessons,
I brood over my misdeeds, shut my eyes in introspection,
Yet, tell me my lords, if I may dare to question -
Will I always be banished, famished; will I never be granted redemption?
Yet it's futile to longingly look back, when I've crossed several oceans,
Standing in the middle of nowhere, devoid of any destination;
Yet upon my fumbling lips, there's but a furtive wish -
Forgive me, if it'd be possible, my lords, when I'd finally fall asleep.
For the whispering voices of banshee echoes onto me,
How long shall I enact my part in this unending play of futility!
I've walked long carrying this inferno, I seek peace -
The silence of graves, the tired legs yearn for a place to eternally sleep!
