1. This night lingered on, it barely shone its light,
Like a complete night unwilling to grow bright,

2. I'll cry for my brother, while the dove's voice rings,
Disturbing the valley's doves at first light,

3. And send him laments with a spell-binding tune,
My eyes shedding tears poured out in a stream,

4. Braver than a lion with numbed toes in its lair,
I prefer if men of dignity speak their dream