The scorching heat flames up and burns my heart.
Oh, slay me, father, with thy heavenly dart.
Chorus: Where is the strength that can withstand
The power of suffering? But now
More hard than Thracian Haemus' crags,1280
Sterner than savage northern skies,
He is by agony subdued.
His fainting head upon his breast
Falls low; his massive frame he shifts
From side to side; now and again