I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you； but I dare not， for fear you should laugh.

That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.

I make light of my pain， afraid you should do so.

I long to tell you the truest words I have to say you； but I dare not， being afraid that you would not believe them.

That is why I disguise them in untruth， saying the contrary of what I mean.

I make my pain appear absurd， afraid that you should do so.

I long to use the most precious words I have for you； but I dare not， fearing I should not be paid with like value.

That is why I give you hard names and boast of my callous strength.

I hurt you， for fear you would never know any pain.

I long to sit silent by you； but I dare not lest my heart come out at my lips.

That is why I prattle and chatter lightly and hide my heart behind words.

I rudely handle my pain， for fear you should do so.

I long to go away from your side； but I dare not， for fear my cowardice should become known to you.

That is why I hold my head high and carelessly come into your presence.

Constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh for ever.