My heart reposes beside the cold fountain.
(Fill the fountain with your threads,
spider of oblivion.)
The water of the fountain sang it its song.
(Fill it with your threads,
spider of oblivion.)
My waking heart told its loves.
(Spider of silence,
weave your mystery for it.)
The water of the fountain listened to it somberly.
(Spider of silence,
weave your mystery for it.)
My heart overturns onto the cold fountain.
(White, distant hands,
hold back the waters.)
And the water carries it off, singing with joy.
(White, distant hands,
nothing is left in the waters!)