1. O eye, spill tears like a drizzle
For sorrow has made my heart as offspring

2. When it saw a master without whom there are no
Other masters, bare and begging

3. And he carried the wood of his cross on his shoulder
To the crucifixion willingly, not saying why

4. And the daughters of wretched Zion behind him
Mourn him with agonizing pain that hurt

5. Until he ended up, and his body failed him
And there was the decisive command