Make strange this love with sediments washed down
From weathered peaks once high, once proudly bold,
This mountain dies to lose its lover's crown
Let glaciers carve, let rivers cut, let rain
Strike down each heartfelt grain, let wind transport
Each piece to rest and dress this valley's stain,
Blood-iron red, amid this earthly court
Transform this world, beat down this sacred land,
Destroy what form held semblance in your mind
Of the majestic mountain that did stand
And fix your gaze upon the sun to blind
Your eyes so that you never need to see
This lonely hill and its estranged debris
