Daughters, sons, river deaths:
Faces pale like moons;
And hands, bright stars.
Fair children cradle water graves.
Vast river, spirits, can you hear us pray?
Arise, hear my lullaby,
How I wreck my broken love
Upon unlived lives.
Vast river, dark water,
I drown in lament endlessly.
Spirit guide, river stag arise,
Eyes ablaze and hide steaming,
Pull treasures from turbid water.
Tisza's child clothed in liquid light arise, awake, mystify.
How I drowning bathe in rivers
That flood all hope in water,
Final lord, and I will fly to thee.
