Naquada

Youth wanes year after year

Spring days are fugitive

Fragile flowers die for nothing

And the wise man warns me

Life is but a dewdrop

On a trembling leaf.

Should I neglect all this?

To gaze after you

Who has turn her back on me?

That would be foolish

For time is short.

Therefore come to me

My rainy nights, with pattering feet.

Smile my golden autumn

Come, careless April

Scattering your kisses abroad

And come, you too my lover.

We are mortals

And it is wise

To break your heart

For the one

Who takes your heart away

For time is short

It is sweet to sit in a corner

And long for you

Who is my world

You have my sorrow

I wipe away my tears

And change my song

To one of laughter

For time is short