Translated by Ekaterina Chapiro © 2013
Many different people you comforted,
Still their voices keep seeking advice.
O Maria! I'm foolish to call for it,
But how stunningly blue are your skies.
I don't know how to get to the heart of things,
Don't know how to disperse all the lies.
O Maria! My harbours have been burning,
But how shoreless and vast are your skies.
There are limits to any a pandering,
No true friend nor a dog by my side.
O Maria! An end to my wanderings
Has been newly proclaimed by your skies.
Seeds of trouble have grown to a wilderness.
My last testament has been devised.
O Maria! My sorrow is limitless,
Looking up at your sorrowful skies.