Buried in darkness the nymph lies in mirth,

Seventeen years for the waiting,

For in springtime mint will arise from the earth.


Persephone cries, for she cannot give birth

Cocooned in an underworld of hating,

Buried in darkness the nymph lies in mirth.


A pomegranate seed fills the dearth,

As cicada’s emerge for their mating,

For in springtime mint will arise from the earth.


Ascalaphus betrays to prove his worth,

Put under a rock for placating,

Buried in darkness the nymph lies in mirth.


Barren lands run along the firth,

But the Hemiptera are still pulsating,

For in springtime mint will arise from the earth.


For this is the age of rebirth.

And this goes without stating,

Buried in darkness the nymph lies in mirth,

For in springtime mint will arise from the earth.