Speak, speak, my god, oh speak,
My love, now lost, I seek.
With tears, a garland I bring,
To your door, my offerings sing.
Speak, speak, my god, oh speak.
If silence is my only plea,
Lord, in quiet, let me be.
My only task, to weep and mourn,
If to the world my woes are born,
Then shame and disgrace will follow me.
Speak, to whom, then, shall I pray?
All my props have slipped away.
All my props have slipped away.
Speak, speak, my god, oh speak.
My love, now lost, I seek.
With tears, a garland I bring,
To your door, my offerings sing.
Speak, speak, my god, oh speak.
Once, every realm was mine to hold,
But an envious gaze, my love controlled.
The world, a tomb, my love its core,
Speak, where then can I now explore?
The whole world turns in enmity's hold.
Speak, my pain, to you, I call.
Speak, my pain, to you, I call.
Speak, speak, my god, oh speak.
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