I am a lamp, a lamp that is out;
I am shallow stream;
In it are neither pearls or trout,
Nor one of the things that you dream.

Why do you smile and deny, my lover?
I will not be denied.
I am book, a book with a cover,
And nothing at all inside.

Here is the truth, and you must grapple,
Grapple with what I have said.
I am a dumpling without any apple,
I am a star that is dead.