My Harvest, my golden ever-lasting grain,

My bird-winged heart who soars above this dull terrain.

My Heart, my love, my lasting life's refrain.

Oh breath, beat on and overcome this pain.



My crop of gold, my one true wish, my meaning as foretold.

My true and constant one, whose only hand I hold.

My lonely one, my ring'ed one, whose story is not told.

Oh heart, bear up and carry me to the fold.



My only at my leaving one

My dark nights soothing sun

My comfort tales by her are spun

My daily works, my widowed one



Let all the suns rays warm her twice,

Let rainfalls wealth melt her winters ice,

Let all my mossy paths caress her feet,

Until the two of us re-meet.