From darkness reluctant I do run,
trembling from it's constant call,
endlessly trapped till time is done.
Weary I do sob for darkness won.
Wrapped in misery shall I fall
from darkness? Reluctant I do run.
This poison ne'er pass into my son.
Despair unto only me not all,
endlessly trapped till time is done.
With self-loathing eternal I do shun
my darkness hidden under a shawl.
From darkness reluctant, do I run?
Pray darkness not stray my son,
for glee of the shadows dims us, all
endlessly trapped till time is done.
Deliver me unto Light O Great One.
Pray thee none others do fall.
From darkness reluctant I do run,
endlessly trapped till time is done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Poignant and, again, with words ringing sincere in their doleful cadence. Sensibility is a curse but also a gift. Thanks for this one.