A solitary swallow and a costly spring,
For the sun to turn it takes a job of work,
It takes a thousand dead sweating at the Wheels,
It takes the living also giving up their blood.
God my Master Builder, You built me into the mountains,
God my Master Builder, You enclose me in the sea!
Magicians carried off the body of May,
They buried the body in a tomb of the sea,
They sealed it up in a deep well,
Its scent fills the darkness and all the Abyss.
God my Master Builder, You too among the Easter lilacs,
God my Master Builder, You felt the scent of Resurrection!