This I ask thee, oh eyes of tears.
Since when did you weep so?

The rumbling of the abyss whose dark did wake,
The mumbling forest folks whose skin did rot,
For the curse of the ancient god whose dread did wake,
The rumbling of the abyss.

The cries of that child beloved by lies,
The fears of that girl ecstatic and fake,
And that boy who could not help but weep,
For the child’s crying.

For where else did their falsehood lie,
Where else does their aspirations die,
Except in the rites and sights,
Where their falsehood has sighed?

This I ask thee, oh my eyes,
Since when did you weep so?