RIMA XLII

When they told me, I felt the chill
of a knife blade in my heart;
I leaned against the wall, and for a moment
I lost track of where I was.

Night descended on my spirit;
my soul was drowned in anger and in pity…
And then I understood why one weeps,
and then I understood why one kills!

The cloud of grief passed… painfully,
I managed to stammer a few words…
and… what could I do?… he was a friend…
he had done me a favor… I thanked him.