Sol 6.1

  1. I am in a chamber that defies description,

    And the sighted go blind in it by day.

  2. In the morning it is like darkness, and at

    Night, people turn away from it in flight.

  3. Because of it, I feel as though on the brink of a well,

    I guard against a scorpion and watch out for a mouse.

  4. And when the winds blow gently,

    I imagine its walls swaying toward collapse.

  5. Lord, hasten its ruin and relieve me

    Of my fear, for I have grown weary of being afraid.

Sol 6.1