Have pity on me, on the offended, on the sad one, on the loving one, on the one who dances so beautifully.
I love you.
How could I defend myself?
I had only my white, wonderful, sharp little teeth--they were good only for kisses.

How could I defend myself?
It is only now that I carry on my neck this terrible burden of a head, and my look is commanding and straight, but then my head was light and my eyes gazed meekly.

Then I had no poison yet.

Oh, my head is so heavy and it is hard for me to hold it up! Oh, I have grown tired of my look--two stones are in my forehead, and these are my eyes.

Perhaps the glittering stones are precious--but it is hard to carry them instead of gentle eyes--they oppress my brain.