Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Memnon lyrics

A statue, stone in desert heat, On bright white sand, with thirstburnt head, I stand here, meaningless and dead; Only a lizard at my feet Is my companion consolation. On space no thing of green will gloss, I stand a monument to loss: Granite and grieved in isolation. No human heart or strength of hands, Here petrified with ache and sorry I stand beneath a wicked glory Of sun combusting on the sands But stone that feels its wounds, the gush Of my own blood still red and pent, As sandstorms bellow and torment I stand here blindly, stand and hush. But come the wind with storming whips All through this body in despair, By dawnlit air or evening air, I sing a song through stonecut lips. Not I, not I but the cruel whack Of strange wind moves these lips. Not I, But blows of sharp wind through the sky Out of a land unknown and black.