Already lost is blossom of the young
 No more...

 Dreams of morning shine
 Days leep, submit to night
 A curse is to live before dying

 A soul torn from the life
 Withdrawn, out of sight
 Birdes flew out from beautiful garden

 Circle of sorrow seems to never end
 Wizened are flowers, brought to monument of zeal

 Bleak endless haze covers a dawn
 Close to relief and waits no more