O lattice tree, O lattice tree,
You are destroyed and broken.
Tenderly cared for did you grow,
But now those days are long ago.
O lattice tree, O lattice tree,
You are destroyed and broken.
O lattice tree, O lattice tree,
Your spores have dried and fallen.
No one is left to play the flute:
The people dead, their voices mute.
O lattice tree, O lattice tree,
Your spores have dried and fallen.
O lattice tree, O lattice tree,
Gone is your erstwhile verdure.
The world is hid behind the shield,
And none alive are there concealed.
O lattice tree, O lattice tree,
Gone is your erstwhile verdure.
O lattice tree, O lattice tree,
What do I see before me?
Although this tree's life has expired,
Survivors elsewhere have retired.
O lattice tree, O lattice tree,
Narayan waits before me.
