DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night,
The sad voice of Deaththe call of my nearest lover, putting forth,
alarmed, uncertain,
This sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me,
Come tell me where I am speedingtell me my destination.
I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you,
I approach, hear, beholdthe sad mouth, the look out of the eyes,
your mute inquiry,
Whither I go from the bed I now recline on, come tell me;
Old age, alarmed, uncertainA young woman's voice appealing to me,
for comfort,
A young man's voice, Shall I not escape?
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