1. The sail is gone, and the sailor has lost his way—

    in the depths of a night that knows no dawn.

  2. Of my ship, not a single piece remains

    that decay and the winds have not torn apart.

  3. The clouds pour down, and the thunder is all thunderbolts;

    lightning is a deadly, murderous sword.

  4. I have turned my face toward Your door in hope,

    when all doors are shut, O Opener.

Sol 5.6