worn out and broken down- we long for you now;
help us to revive our rhythm and renew our vow.
we are desperate, o god, with our condition-
there is no honor in this pathetic dereliction!
that we love you is beyond all reasonable doubt;
our tired feet are halting, and betray spirit’s drought.
we gasp, and struggle to move with sincerity;
our shadow laughs at us, “and where is your verity?”
tomorrow will come and go, and so will romeo-
today the heart cries out, where does my courage flow?
the crimson dawn inspires a final resolution:
each breath will repeat your name with conviction.
by the grace of the master, darvish moves his feet;
the sun rises, blood sings and all doubt beats retreat!