At midnight, in the month of June,
I’m standing in the moonlit gloom,
Gazing at vault, where Love now dwells,
Waiting for shroud of haze unveil.
And she, who once my heart possessed,
Inspired passion, caused unrest
To soul, in cerement is now wrapped,
Bemoaned by heart that seeks its rest,
But all in vain, beside her grave,
Where when a child she used to play,
Where now, alas, she joined array
Of ancestors long gone and dead.
Oh God, was it my fate to wail
And moan at dead beloved’s grave?!
Is this the end or shall we meet again
In what’s to come – in our final days?!