Extract from the "Cronicles of the Island" (part 3)

Listen! And learn: the flowers
Of blessed people last not long,
Flicker for less than one hour. Light
Be the lingering sorrow! The last ones remained
With minds clear, fled. Clouds have gathered;
The rain has painted the violet colour
On leaves; and the lightnings are falling heavily.
List our faults in the lyrics to last!
No pathway leading westwards left; but the eagle,
Flying, can reach the bliss of the Pillar.

Leave it behind, the flickering flame..
The Temple is standing, tempting with fame
The king of the Isle. And the kindred of Men
Is eager to fade with a wave of his hand.

Thus ends...