• Am I the speaker of winds
    And my words no more than air
    I give complaints of this body
    For the illness that off me thrives
    And if one-third is sickening
    The rest is left behind
    To give attention to the sickness
    So that it may go away in quicker time
    My words are not meant to punish
    Or meant to blame where blame is not
    But simply meant to show my feeling
    As a point for when illness strikes again
    You cannot say that I said nothing of it
    And afterwards, if time is willing
    I will be silent if the sickness returns
    For that it is forewarned