The sun takes refuge
behind the mountains,
eerie shades deluge
the grain-laden plains.
The night keeps vigil
‘til dawns a day new,
the world lies tranquil,
soaked in midnight dew.
Rest, alas, shuns me,
a deep searing pain
chews up my body,
tears even my brain.
Ever-gracious Lord,
look down from above,
let her hear my word
entreating for love.
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