My fiancée, surely, will sincerely mourn me,
And my friends will settle any debts I owe;
Some will take my songs and they will sing them for me,
And may I be honored even by my foes.

No more books to read, no more pens to write with,
Even my guitar is out of tune.
I cannot go leftward, I cannot go rightward,
I can’t see the sun, and I can’t see the moon.

I can’t go outside - I’ve been disempowered, -
Only from the door and to the wall.
I cannot go upward, I cannot go downward,
I can see a sliver of sky, and my dreams - that’s all.

Dreams about how, someday, I’ll regain my freedom,
My guitar once more’ll sound true and clear;
Whom will I be met by? How will I be greeted?
And what songs will I, then, get to hear?