In the wilderness, I’m lost
Do I love being a hermit?
In solitary I found myself,
In a secluded cemetery away from here,
The ambience, the me, both spooky,
Frightening my soul with their rotten complexion,
O moon, brace me, I’m stumbling,
On the mounds of this unknown graveyard,
Here, during nights, some strange clamours rise,
Befalls on me like a cascade of fire.
Now I’m oblivion of my being,
Who am I, where I am,
O moon,do me a favour, I beseech you
Lead me to my abode, to myself.