In the pallid evening, as if the river weeps,
I hear the sorrow-song of love primeval;
Mute anguish finds life through a hundred births;
The timeless lover stirs within our hearts.
They have loved this earth well,
And loved its creatures even more;
When death draws the final curtain,
They lie buried on oblivion's shore.
Love is deathless, passion conquers death—
Yet in mortal beings, even that must die.
Triumph over every wellspring of love—
Release in your cupped palms the river's memory.
Chained love weeps upon the earth,
While celestial love plays in endless sky.