Come down, darkness, on all sides, fog, come down
Come down, barren clouds
Come down, fiery smoke from conscience
Torment, come down
Ruin, come down on all who defend their ruin
Perdition, come down
Come down, judgment, on all who dig their own graves
Come down, punishment
Come down, croaking sound, let the owl of destruction
Respond to your echo!

Come down, demolisher!
Come down on sluggards whose indolence even flies disdain
They have never seen what color the sky is
So long have they bowed their necks
So long have their heads been trampled like the earth
. . . .

Night come down, may morning light
Never shine, stars never sparkle
. . . .

Come down, till doomsday
Till justice has made all things straight
Come down, night, until the forest sicks up the sloth
Of its slow people
Night, come down, until the crow is tired of his black color

Come down, night, until the eagle soars in the sky
Angry because the angry birds
Have not protected their nests
. . . .

Come down, for you conceal these naked vices
Come down, for you are a sheath for these sharpened fangs
. . . .

Veil them. May morning light
Never shine, stars never sparkle
Come down, night, fog, come down
Come down, you barren clouds