My heart rests, by the cold fountain.
               (Fill it with threads,
               spider of silence.)

The fountain-water sang it the song.
               (Fill it with threads,
               spider of silence.)

My heart, waking, sang its desires.
               (Spider of nothingness,
               spin your mystery.)

The fountain-water listened sombrely.
              (Spider of nothingness,
               spin your mystery.)

My heart falls into the cold of the fountain.
               (White hands, far-out,
               hold back the water.)

The water carries it, singing with joy.
              (White hands, far-out,
               nothing there in the water!)