Frozen the daughter is; suffers no more, strange

to the pain. Brings her body the lily pureness

and her odorous and brown hair

falls her below shoulder in flavid context.

The sad mother supplicates... The face already wets her

the weeping; and sobbing the painful and hard pain,

panting of the grieving to the rude and austere anger

and she approaches of the daughter — the poor creature.

She arches on the dead, her body now

examining; looks at it, in her fixed, she cries

and in the retina she brings the touching image...

And sobbing the most tenebrous and most disastrous pain,

the mother, from time to time, kisses the chaste daughter