• A heavy cloud, a gentle mist,

    A grassy hill, by sunlight kissed,

    A man knelt down, before an upright stone

    Hands clasped tight, sadness shown,

    A glimmering tear, fallen to the ground,

    A horse in wait, that makes no sound,

    The birds are silent, as if out of respect,

    The weeping willow by the pool,

    the man's wet eyes reflect,

    The grass on the ground, and the clouds in the sky,

    Filled with moisture, as if they might cry,

    Cursed is the world, plagued by sin,

    For man lives upon it, and is buried within.