Alone Poem by Hannington Mumo

I was born alone and shall die alone,
The moments of folly are gone.
I shall not believe in anything preached by the multitudes,
My heart shall be inclined to heavenly beatitudes.

From my mother's womb alone I grew,
And to all my existence remained unknown.
Who then questions whether it's true
That I should live my life alone?

Heavens give me company as I live my little life,
And God alone guard me from trouble and strife.
And let me toil with zeal both eve and morn,
And let the angels alone my demise mourn.

I believe I can alone enjoy my life,
With the minimal interference of my wife.
May everyone let me live alone, please,
Let me seek my joy and live within my peace.

Who shall cry in my place, or die in my stead?
And since no foe can this attempt,
Nor can try a faithful friend,
Let quietude and solitude both be kept.

I know not what neighbors have to do,
With my days on earth that are but few.
What may a brother do to save one's soul,
Or give any notable thing, whether times are good or foul?