You come to me in false hope
The thoughtful sadness a clever play
Step closer, Actor, we shall all listen carefully
Tell us the words you so dare not say

Will you not rest? Your limbs must be weary
And your face it must ache from the endless pretending
Come, Guest, not slack has been your journey
Wanderers’ Dust will I name you, believe me

Pass me the wine! Now drink from my cup, friend
I shall read your movements like a holy verse
“Bright the hawk’s flight on the empty sky”
Your falseness is written on the palm of my hand

How skilful that tongue, with all art and measure
The lines you pronounce are crafted with care
A sigh leads me down to the heart that released it
Beware of the mind when the soul’s set aflare

Thus unfolded lies the Book of Life
And there is a name carved with innocent blood
A Thief and Trickster with gold in his eyes
No longer Apprentice, a Master approaches!...

Be your thought swift, mine still be swifter
I still have an Arrow to seek out your fear
Cough out the poison, my wine will not kill you
Beware of the mind when the soul’s set aflare