O pity! How lonely is ‘I…’
No one at side, no one near.
It is worse than a grave digger.
How alone!
How selfish!
How mean it sounds;
no friends, no ties, no nature’s crown.
Oh! ‘I…’ breaks relations.
O God ! Erase ‘I…’ from the words on tongue,
remove this curse from life my lord,
may ‘We…’ be the light of the rising sun.
O esteemed Lord!
Give this shadow thine estate’s way.