Even if I did not believe in life
If I lost my faith in the order of things
Were convinced in fact that everything is a disorderly, damnable and devil-ridden chaos
If I were [bad word] by every horror of man's disillusionment
Still I would want to live
And having once tasted the cup
I would not turn away from it
Until I had drained it
You are trying to save me
But perhaps I am not lost
Is an unworthy, uncaring father still entitled to the love of his sons?