§4 کے بول

And now in tranquil fortitude The shifting sands of time I was sick (sick) with fever (with fever) Hand (collapsing) on the hymns (expiring) Ashen eyes in delirium (no) Soliloquay in suspirium No! No! No! A lock on the sanctum One of the cursed, forever in debt Daughter, my unfortunate son I bequeath you verity Twins, usurping strands of flesh You are not mine Poison loins of mother Cursed my vigorous seed Longing for a child And my love for her Birthed a controversial plan Her eye on him One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave The bane of my existence Sordid flesh communion Gold in mouth, he impregnates Swallowed my shame Like a man of affairs Lineage and name Still fast in my prayers