1. My eyes shed the remnants of my tears
So cease your weeping, O mother who nurses me

2. Tears no longer in this age of space
Have a bosom that yearns or an ear that hears

3. An era that grew in its journey
A yearning that seared and melted my ribs

4. Extravagant, it ambushes the dreams of people
And turns the garden into the habitation of owls