I feared a serpent and a danger in my life.
But I feared most of all, love that bounced back;
On a heart of a person who has a heart that is hard as old rock.
The heart that cannot receive neither give.
The heart that is cold and dark.

That love is no longer sweet and consumable,
Is sharp as an arrow withdrawn from red fire and thrown,
Causes much hurt and damage to good people's hearts.

If the heart of that good person could handle and possess it,
What a dangerous weapon to be used to strike another good ones?
What a disaster caused by one heart that is cruel in this world?