On this, the passageway of light,
Oh Lord, stay with me.
If I pause after having set forth,
Alone and helpless, don't leave me.
You'd accompanied in ancient times;
You'd brightened with colors Thine.
At this ill-boding time, girdled by death,
Don't forget this my story.
Also at the path's end You are there;
Existence You have carried per Your liking.
My ego's finish, its peripheral
Borderline's honey, coat that please.
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