1. Their passion shuns the pillow’s touch,
Each man lives in dread and longing.

2. They've left the joys of clandestine nights
To starry skies their eyes are thronging.

3. They fear the stars that light the gloam
Rising after those that rose before,

4. If you could see them groan and moan,
Wringing hands so raw and sore,

5. And pressing cheeks into the dust,
With eyes that weep till they are burning,

6. "Spare us, our king so wise and just,
All craft and cunning you are learning!

7. Forgive the sins our faces show,
For yearning eyes wet with their weeping,

8. None can forgive us, this we know,
Except you—the best source of keeping."

9. Their prayers met with a swift reply
That left all hearers wondering over.

10. "None can use me as merchandise.
Devote yourselves, and win my favor.

11. Give me your souls, for I hold treasure
To guard whatever you deliver."