In this city O my beloved, reason has been jailed with shackles all around it,
Love has been stabbed with creed,
Souls have been broken down to their last breath,
And solitude ceases to exist.
This city has done a hideous crime my love.
So treacherous of all
The heavens above are trembling with despair; angles are lost in the contemplation of what causes such evil,
The birds sing despair,
The streets are bathed with blood
And fools roam under the lit moonlight not lovers.
For if this is not the end of the world then pity is such that, me and you have to live among them for the rest of our lives