1. What ails these eyes that battled sleep
And bid the pillow's down farewell?

2. What stirred men at the break of day
To clench their livers in their hands?

3. Alas, the pillar of all grace
That Heaven's Lord for faith ere reared

4. Is fallen. Today I comfort Ja'far
With Ja'far, one whose death the world

5. In grief proclaims. All time has massed
Its strength and in a night laid waste

6. Its havoc, till o'er Ja'far's heart
Ruin each house of faith o'erspread.

7. O Time thou'st burdened my soul
With shame, with woe that knows no end.

8. Sole gateway once to glory's reach,
Dark in the dust its lustre lies.