He came to the water's edge to drink at night.
And knelt beside the reeds to plunge his hand.
Proud Tumeken looked up at movement bright.
To see a figure stood upon the strand.
Elidinis walked by the riverbank,
For who had come alone, unmarked, to this,
Her stream of life with woods on either flank?
A stranger, yet soon greeted with a kiss.
The sun he snared, a jewel to feed her dream.
Rich life within her shared with all the land.
The Kharid-ib given beside the stream,
But now he sleeps her dreams have turned to sand.
When he awakes and stands upon the shore,
He looks and weeps, alone forevermore.