Tellus dormit
Et liberi in diem faciunt
Nunquam extinguut
Ne expergisci possint
Omnia dividit tragedia coram
Amandum quae
Et nocte perpetua
Ehem vel vera visione
Par oram videbo te
Mane tempu expergiscendi

The land sleeps
as do the children daily
n'er do they expire
so that they may never awaken.
All does tragedy
Presently divide
All does it send away
And within this night perpetual
Lo! Or within the [bad word] vision
Next to me I shall see thee
In the morning, the time of awakening