1. Nothing remains of this world in our hands
Except the remnants of tears in our eyes

2. We were the necklace of time’s neck, now unstrung
And in fortune’s right hand we were sweet basil

3. Our dwellings stood lofty in glory
The sun shone only in our cupolas

4. If the water of the Milky Way was mixed
With the wine of our cupbearer’s cup

5. The shooting stars, if they were at our command
Would pelt those enemies who dared oppose us

6. But fate’s turns did not cease to watch us
Toying with us, the world misleading us

7. Until we found ourselves with no glory or youth
No friend or companion to console us