Why do you whisper so faintly in br my ears, O Death, my Death? br When the flowers droop in the br evening and cattle come back to their br stalls, you stealthily come to my side br and speak words that I do not br understand. br Is this how you must woo and win br me with the opiate of drowsy murmur br and cold kisses, O Death, my Death? br Will there be no proud ceremony br for our wedding? br Will you not tie up with a wreath br your tawny coiled locks? br Is there none to carry your banner br before you, and will not the night be br on fire with your red torch-lights, br O Death, my Death? br Come with your conch-shells sound- br ing, come in the sleepless night. br Dress me with a crimson mantle, br grasp my hand and take me. br Let your chariot be ready at my br door with your horses neighing impatiently.