My Master has bid me while I stand at the roadside, to sing the song of Defeat, for that is the bride whom He woos in secret.  
She has put on the dark veil, hiding her face from the crowd, but the jewel glows on her breast in the dark.
 
She is of the day, and God’s night is waiting for her with its lamps lighted and flowers wet with dew.
 
She is silent with her eyes downcast; she has left he............