Unwilling audience in your cruel theater,
Long to be held by you, pitiless “g”od of Pain,
Bound to worship by last reluctant vows, meaningless,
My tired heart girts with suffering, and brows
Anointed with perpetual weariness for you were swept away,

Long have I borne your love, through the pain -
Of rigorous years, sad days and slumberless nights,
Performing my inexorable rites in the shadow of your heights – never noticed,

For I lay dark flowers at your altars, to gain life after birth, But mine own soul only for sacrifice, empty hearted,

All fearless tasks my youth's desire,
And the oils from my crushed life drawn,
And all my hope of fire burned in my breasts,

I have no more to give, all that was mine perished in your loins,
my fingers laid, a hollow tribute, at our shrine;
Let us depart, hand in hand for my whole soul is wrung,
as all my orisons are sung and gone;
Let me depart, with numb limbs,

To some dim shade and lay me down to sleep.