Who is it that looks down upon me,
Who dares gaze on one of the dead?
A mortal, it would seem, one of the Atani
My, what a pretty one you are!
You think me fair; your eyes tell me so
I was, once, more lovely than any mortal
Now I lie at the bottom of this marsh
My body long since vanished
I bear no love for the living
Rather, jealousy, and loneliness are what I feel
Surely you can feel this
You who gaze so intently at this ghostly form
Would you join me, and share in this misery?
Do you hate your own life so much, mortal?
Perhaps you do, you reach your hand into the water
Glad am I, for my hand moves to join yours
Why now do you withdraw; do I frighten you so?
Please, do not add to my torment, I intended no harm
I will show you who I once was
How I lived and died
Now do you begin to understand, mortal?
Do you now realize what I would ask of you?
You have tarried here for days
And I doubt you could tear yourself from me now
But, if you would leave, look at me once more
Remind me of a semblance of life
I beg of you, fair one, aid one of the marsh's captives
Take away my loneliness with your presence
Endure a few moments pain for one you hold dear
If I were able, I would gladly leave the water for your side
It is not so horrible down here, my lady
Provided one is not alone in the dark
Come to me then, dear one,
Your eyes and smile tell me that you will
Now you are in the water, come to my arms
No death or loneliness to part us again.