A restless shadow of a fiddler's elbow nPlays a tune to staggering feet nThe burden of his songs, the looking glass scorns nAt this disfigured, odious face nnIndeed alone, hugging my breast nThe sun I neglect, in darkness I roam nOfferings of flowers on a barren grave nWhere my body will lie, uncared and unwept nnIdle bait, my shawl on the lattice nSomeone may see it, perhaps look my way nNo thread of sympathy unites me to man nI lay softly down once again nnWithin my aged walls taunts and vexations nFragments of a tune play most mournfully nWith sadness in my voice I break the solemn stillness nMy drooping head falls on languid hands nnAncient of days, creator of life nFrom the womb you have formed me, my vile sight you love nCovered by your shadow, held within your hand nMade within your likeness, precious am I? nnThe glare of a sinking flame binds me to my clay... nnOfferings of flowers I rest in the earth nMy body will lie uncared and unwept