05-12-2025, 03:34 AM
A mighty bow is drawn
To send its arrow flying;
The moon ascends the sky
To wane again when dying.
Orpheus groans deep,
So that his blood with Eurydice’s blend;
The beloved casts her charms
To make the heart-wound rend.
Why does the poet grieve?
That verse he may create.
Why cry aloud in mountains?
To challenge Heaven’s fate.
Sweet roses open wide
For bees to taste their bloom;
A blossom graces the breast
To be cast aside in doom.
God wrought His daughters fair
To match with valiant men.
Man grows within the cradle
To lie in the grave again.
And...
Hero* gives up his life
So that our home may live again.
*hero = kath
To send its arrow flying;
The moon ascends the sky
To wane again when dying.
Orpheus groans deep,
So that his blood with Eurydice’s blend;
The beloved casts her charms
To make the heart-wound rend.
Why does the poet grieve?
That verse he may create.
Why cry aloud in mountains?
To challenge Heaven’s fate.
Sweet roses open wide
For bees to taste their bloom;
A blossom graces the breast
To be cast aside in doom.
God wrought His daughters fair
To match with valiant men.
Man grows within the cradle
To lie in the grave again.
And...
Hero* gives up his life
So that our home may live again.
*hero = kath
