Song of resignation

Take my soul, make it into a shining lyre,

make its strings from the muscles of my heart.

Make them long enough to reach to heaven,

and your hands, oh Muse, ever longer and longer.

Let the fibers of my heart

murmur and tremble

to express my immense pain

and nameless misery

so that the heavens will shed

floods of tears,

eternally drowning the dawn

and the dusk.