From each image in decline, a subtle intimation

Seven fetters marked his limbs

Mapping a bodily destination

How vain were our attempts

To make an oracle from your wounds

To avoid your accurst gaze

To read your lapsed steps as a book

If every lament announces a new hymn

Or an alliance that comes undone

Cease now your movements beloved daughter

Severed is the tendon of the katechon

From еach image in decline, a subtlе intimation

Seven fetters marked his limbs

Mapping a bodily destination

Force it a little further

As if this moment of suspension

Could siderate her obstinate path

Or reverse this unwavering deviation

If every lament announces a new hymn

Or an alliance that comes undone

Cease now your movements

Severed is the tendon of the katechon