✂ you are my friend -, but
don't let yourself be fooled
by the fair skin on my face,
don't believe
in the sky-blue ring round my pupils -

✂ my friend -, yes -,
but you shouldn't
trust me that
open way of yours with the sad, kind smile -,
one day -, my friend,
you shall not know me,
one day you shall not know
me,
the born hater of what you love -

✂ my friend -, with the outstretched hands,
my friend,
do turn your eye away
from my hand,
always waiting, always awake -
my friend,
you know me not,
you have never seen me,
don't call me your friend,
I am none,
can't be,
I hate you,
I must -,
turn away your eye -!
from me -

✂ my friend -,
go -!
be aware -:
my soul is not light
as yours -,
my blood is not
like the petals of roses -,
like yours -
the gloomy red of the sudden night,
that's my soul -
the darting black on the puma's flank
does crouch in my veins,
the inflexible jet on the stone of death,
that's my blood -

✂ my friend be aware -!
you must -
you are my enemy,
I can never know you -
my eyes despise
your women -
my brow despises
your clamorous love -,
you laugh

✂ at my sharpened silence -
- your garden, young man,
is filled with flowers,
the songs from your lips
are cunning, and the buds
will open -,
but your sight shall for ever
be hazy from love -, and never you shall know,
from what soil your songs did rise -

✂ young man,
I must leave you,
for ever your people should mistrust me,
for ever, at your side,
I should be a stranger in every country -,
never
amongst your people I would find my righteous mate -

✂ young man,
I must leave you -
my gathering race
shall never be strong
at peace with yours -
- the world was conquered by the pale-blooded -,
for centuries my race has been slaving -
but the slaves begot kings,
and the kings did slave, and their children,
for centuries -
the pale people forgot the law of their own gods -
they have lost the secret,
that gave the world to their sway -
the people of the pale has lost their hands -

✂ but the god of my race has returned
from the bath of death -
- good-bye -!
I hear the call -
- the god of silence
with the will of the sun on his brow
has sent the spear of war
to me
his man -