My friend, it is my own sorrow br That has destroyed me. br It is a lie to think br That your love had the strength to do it. br I have no complaint against br Heat or drought. br My garden was destroyed br By the dews of spring. br br It is not the fault br Of the black night. br The ocean was defeated br By its beloved moon. br br Who is it that br Blames death? br A man is destroyed, br By his birth. br br The sun that rises br Is certain to sink. br He lies who says br The west destroyed it. br br Yes, one can be destroyed br By grieving for dead friends, br Though it is more likely the result, br Of the display of that grief. br br The enemy is not the murderer, br I tell you. br Shiv was killed br By those who loved him.