Translation:My Love, the Dawn Speaks

My love, the dawn speaks of your pure white attire... My eyes will not see you; my heart awaits you!

The wind has carried with it your name in the morning; the echo of your steps repeated by the mountain... my eyes will not see you; my heart awaits you!

In the darkened towers the bells are ringing... my eyes will not see you; my heart awaits you!

The striking of the hammer tells of the black box; and the striking of the hoe, of the site of the grave... My eyes will not see you; My heart awaits you!