You say the mountains are as high as the sky,
The flowers bloom and the birds do fly.
The wonders of the world you explain to me,
But I cannot understand what you mean by 'see.'

What can be so pretty when everything's black?
I sigh in grief with the knowledge I lack.
Is it that I have no fortune to be what you are?
Why does everything seem so far?

My life has no start and no end,
It's just a path that is always a bend.
I cannot see I say with a sigh,
For a blind suffering child am I.