1. Amid scattered wishes and his aloofness
Weariness wrestles with the night, loathing it

2. For one stripped bare who forgot perdition
His eye grows weary of light it cannot see!

3. In his bosom a muted moan
Whenever tears discomfit him, he hides it

4. These are the tremors of an upright sacrifice
Whose blood earth and sky absorb

5. These are the melodies of remnants of a string
Misery played on it and cast it away

6. I am of a people whose glories
Have foreheads for death's brow

7. Death lied, for I am eternal
Within myself I have a god for myself!