I will not think of you too much,
Lest I become as a king of olden hell,
Surrounded by a ring of flame.

And it is a trouble to you,
And no ease to me.

For if I thought of you too much,
I should fall through space
And there would be no world for me at all.

And I can still go about the world
As patient as a beggar with one arm,
As valiant as a crab with one quick claw —
If I do not think of you too much.