While I slept, my heart was awake. I dreamed my lover knocked at the door. Let me come in, my darling, my sweetheart, my dove. My head is wet with dew, and my hair is damp from the mist.

People who once ate the finest foods die starving in the streets; those raised in luxury are pawing through garbage for food.

The world was not good enough for them! They wandered like refugees in the deserts and hills, living in caves and holes in the ground.