As nights' bright, days' dark, Silence is woven into silk For the body at the Nile And here comes, one clear call; A call of the Nile. Likes the sun's gloom and putrid moon glows As speeches, braided for the Mournful voice which Sang sweet sorrow so... No longer the usual Ballad. What trails has the living left On the waterways When their walks through the canal Give vapid sign? And the shore, be their bed With subtle calls, a call to sleep. As e'er as the voyage is, Yet to embark on the boundless surface Dazed whom the call meant for, As nights' bright and days' dark Silences' woven into a silk For a body at the Nile And here's the infinite call; A call from the Nile.