We long to drown in the loud sounding sea;
We long to swallow our pathetic pleas.
Help us find the courage of our convictions
to surrender the last of our lousy fictions.
Master, give us the talent to cut our throat
singing your praise with a graceful last note.
Without your help, how can we ever die?
Without your complicity, how can we try!
Please don’t abandon us to our own hate;
Please destroy this mind before it’s too late!
We have no more sincere wish than to meet
our end by your own hand, at your own feet!
Darvish for all time has one bitter regret:
That but for grace he can’t himself forget!
