Daughters, sons, river deaths: faces pale like moons;
And hands, bright stars
Fair children cradle water graves
Vast river, spirits, can you hear us pray?
Arise, hear my lullaby, how I wreck my broken love upon unlived lives
Vast river, dark water, I drown in lament endlessly
Spirit guide, river stag arise, eyes ablaze and hide steaming, pull treasures from turbid water
Tisza's child clothed in liquid light arise, awake, mystify
How I drowning bathe in rivers that flood all hope in water, final lord, and I will fly to thee