We have waited all night for you, and now the dawn is come.
From distant places we came — there can be no returning home.

We know it is the morning because of the dawn's cool fingers
Upon our hot eyelids, and we can hear her sweet singers.

We cannot be sure now whether it was our own yearning
That expected you, or you promised — it matters not in this burning.

Neither have we your brightness, nor will we behold the new day —
We lost our eyes in the darkness and are adrift on tears' waves' way.

Blind witless wretches whose song the wind carries with the seagull's cry;
Bold fellows brave enough to leave home, but not daring enough to die.

Still, we are wrapped in a glory to all other men denied;
We once touched the hem of your dress — that is our spirits pride.

What is it to us that somewhere the world's sun will presently rise —
Sometime this darkness of nowhere will be lit by the light of your eyes”.