I fear the coming age,
the one that leaves the world
discovered entirely.

What will there be left for me
if all great works are finished
but menial tasks of daily life?

The age that comes is fearsome
the stage is sets is tearsome
But leave me not alone

Come with me through these days
Don't leave me due to fright.
I'll live yet through this, as should you

So with me stay
leave me not this day
Without you, there is no meaning at all