Lo! We hear the faltering footsteps of man

Clutching at the walls of temples

Shedding streams of blood

He is coming

In the shades of those walls where

The crestfallen god is lying in pools of tears

Falling and holding on to those walls

Man is coming swerving and swooning on those walls he is coming

Pitying himself for his own helplessness

Carrying on the shoulder the iron boulder of time

He is coming

Seeing the clouds of dust of the falling edifices of exiting centuries

Anxiously looking for the unrisen dawns

Heart rent sunshines, restless winds and rains moaning with melancholy

We were left with them as our kin

At the turn of the century we are left the betrayed--