The sun does not shine my path in the day
Nor is the moon the beacon in the night
As you are my eternal, wonderous light
Your name brings me sorrow without delay
But to hear your voice is my sole delight
Cruel Medusa! You've turned me into stone
Unable to be nothing but alone
And unable to forget you from sight
Unjust Jove! Cruel Aprhrodite! I mock
The day I have most beautous creature yearn
The lesson that is most painfully learn
Medusa indeed, I have turned to rock
The sun has stopped shining and moon departs
The Earth is cold, but colder still my heart