1. My Lord, when will I depart from this
World? For I have stayed too long

2. I know not my fate, yet it
Has been unlucky since the start

3. So I have no friend whose hand
I long to take, no enemy who fears

4. Revenge from me. Living itself
Makes the young man sick, while death

5. Brings healing. The earth is my bed
And theirs, yet we've not seen anyone