I don’t know what it means
For a man to cross a great expanse of water

A timeless song there once was
Always forgotten:
Echoing over a mountain where every drama is washed away by streams of twilight sun,
Sung by an enthroned girl shining with sun-drenched hair.

Her power is not in her untroubled mind, but in the minds of others.

The potency of untested youth, the long adventure into the depths of her pure, virtuous heart. The man looks past her golden adornments, her revealing cobweb dress, her alluring form. He sees all this, and knows her.

Having traveled far across an ever-expanding flood. Worthy, dauntless, and endowed with the cunning to do good,
He may only witness the Mountain and its
pleasure, for he misses the last treachery at the edge of the sea.

As the shoals lay destruction to his ship and he lies dying between waves and shore. The sun still dwindles its rays on his heart, and he smiles at his vision and his own misfortune, recalling this song, which he had heard before.

adapted by Andrew Nightingale