Why grievest thou, O Halcyone sad,

Hold your tears, from crying belay,

While no more will you dance or gad,

Your soul shall see the light of day.

Would you your husband from eternal rest keep?

Stop the ocean from your tears,

I plead, I implore, no more gentle soul, weep.

Would that you and your Ceyx had seen the divine,

That you could quench your thirst,

With the holiest wine.

Your tears please dry this day,

Would your husband stay,

From the Golden-ray?