Analisi poetica

O Amik, I have gone crazy in your name. My hair says, Oh Amik, Amik! My eyes, nose, mouth too! Every drop of my blood says, Oh Amik, Amik! Lymph, tears, saliva too! In your absence, I've mixed my tears and written many poems. And people, without even reading them, make fun of me. But after I die, they will say that boy wrote good poems! That day, on the cross of pain you gave me, I said, 'Amik, Amik Lima Sabachthani!' But you acted like the Jews and Romans! O Amik, may you always be happy, may your throne always be grand. I wander around madly, maybe I could become like Socrates or Plato, wandering through roads and fields.