no man lives the anguish of living without love
and survives. he leaps off a bridge without a shove.
we cry and cry to feel a loving hand in ours;
no man wants to die alone in his last hour.
the name of god is the friend present here and now;
his sweet breath revives the walking dead with ciao!
the friendliness of beloved god is miraculous:
the blind upon seeing his beauty are incredulous!
the lord appears in our heart when called with feeling;
recalled at length the beloved remains compelling.
we must believe in the sincerity of our anguish;
sooner or later we will in any case perish!
darvish is afraid of heights and can barely swim:
the master is a monster ocean waiting for him.
