Alas mine heart tis a desert

mine arid heart bears nay fruits

whither love, she hath cultivated hard

mine arid heart bares nay roots



whence hath thy fertility gone

whither shriveled the lake that graced thy farm

anon thou loveth thy foe: the sun

Surely hast thou met a beast named man



oh sweet pillager

eternally travelling with nay promised land

sole traveller, eternal traveller

arid heart, eternal sand