After the torchlight red on sweaty faces nAfter the frosty silence in the gardens nAfter the agony in stony places nThe shouting and the crying nPrison and palace and reverberation nOf thunder of spring over distant mountains nHe who was living is now dead nWe who were living are now dying nWith a little patiencennHere is no water but only rock nRock and no water and the sandy road nThe road winding above among the mountains nWhich are mountains of rock without water nIf there were water we should stop and drink nAmongst the rock one cannot stop or think nSweat is dry and feet are in the sand nIf there were only water amongst the rock nDead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit nHere one can neither stand nor lie nor sit nThere is not even silence in the mountains