The sword, and sand | final version

The sword, and sand - this my first wail.
Dust sources blinded my eyes,
blood clots drowned my heart.
I ran. At the spring of amber waters
cruel reflections awakened my memories:
I was the bishop on a board of black checks only.
I loved the rooks blinded by sunrises and
I only had eyes for the king.
How many horse jumps measured our distance?

(translated by Anna Lamìna)