I set out with my heart, slowly toward the west.
I paused — I survived a heavy attack.
Where to go next: north or south?
I see no path! I am lost in an enchanted circle.
I am breaking, while my soul plows on like a field.
I ask myself: “Why does the roar of life torment me?”
I turn around and cast my gaze toward the east;
and I pray not to lose my way again.
The night is deaf! In the east I await my salvation;
I hear, I feel — the voice of God is calling me.
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