Part Two
Both worlds may be seen in the wine pitches I have! Where is the eye to view the sights I see?
There will come another man, possessed, who will shout hu! in the city; Two hundred commotions will arise from the obsession I have.
Do not worry, ignorant one, at the approaching darkness of nights— For the scar of my forehead sparkles like stars.
You take me as your companion, but I am afraid That you are not up to the tumult and uproar I have raised.