Who shall now bring back the market departed? The land swallowed the whole of an urban, What wonders, who knows, are yet unaccomplished,Īlas, completion! The painter has perished… In a day, the bird’s betrothing the river,įor the wind’s ring, a journey awaited endeavour.
To enter the picture was hasty and restless. Was anxious to be moved hither to thither.Ī lady, in darkness whose longing was endless,
So much so he’d be a spec in the picture. A star in the sky was anxious, I tell you
