Chapter 53 one of maria's neighbors

On the fortieth day after his death, all the women of the neighborhood came to Mary's house to comfort her and sing dirges. A woman's dirge goes like this: Where did my spring go, where did it go? To what other space does your fragrance ascend? In what other fields do you walk? To what sky do you hold your head up and express your thoughts? These valleys will be barren, We will have nothing but dry barren land. All green plants will be roasted by the hot sun, Our orchards will bear sour apples, The grapes of our orchards will be bitter, We shall thirst for your wine, Missing and smelling your thin breath.

Where did our early spring flowers go, where did they go? Are you not coming back? Does your jasmine no longer bloom for us? Is your cyclamen no longer standing by our way, Not to mention that our roots are also deep in the fertile soil, Are our endless breaths always climbing high? Jesus, where have you been?Where did you go? the son of my neighbour, Mary, My son's companion, our early spring, Where are you, what field are you going to? Are you not coming back? Will it be worth the climax of your love, Come again to the barren land of our dreams?