Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave. 

I 
This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered 
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky. 
He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned...?" 
And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry..." 

II 
Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned. 
Peter sank into the stone trance... 
Only there, where Mother stood alone, 
None has dared cast a single glance.