Silky black of your raiment,
Your standard' s shabby cloth…
They have said :"Forever
He is branded with a curse.
He is doomed to roam
In impassable gloom.
If you leave the home
You will share his doom."
So they said - no use ;
I have made my choice,
I will go with you
As I hear your voice.
Like a flesh-freezing robe,
Days have froz'n in my skin.
We are deathless both,
With the same curse and sin.
Bitter rustle of tidings
Came to me with a wind.
Under shower of ligtnings
I saw you in a dream.
Horse of yours gave a prance,
Took to hasty flight;
A pick of hostile lance
Broke off your life.
What the sorcery mighty
Could have blocked my way?
So I left to find you
With no fear or shame.
Through a thicket of forest,
Through a fallow field…
I am used long before it
To be a string under wind.
Yet I have no force,
In the midst of troubles,
And I lost my horses
On the hoary quag.
In the desperate voyage
I have gone too far.
I have tried to be loyal
And follow a star.
But the path is faithless
By the moonlight beams
And my heart is anxious
For the bodeful dream.
Where is hope of rescue?
Where 's the right single path?
I have got no answer
Where to find my beloved.
But I'll get to your home,
And I' ll light up your flame.
So I keep on to roam
Up to this final day.

