Elend

I heal my wounds in
the orchard of misery
Where the fruits and the trees
have turned to dust.
Be merciful, my Lord.
The meadows of Light and Pulchritude
Are blackened and soiled
by emptiness and despair.
Domine, eius miserere,
Lord have mercy on me.
Eam libera de animis damnatorum
Sine eam fulgere in refugio tenebrarum.
Confutatis maledictis,
Alas, that day of tears
and mourning
Flammis acribus addictis.
Miserere, miserere,
Salva me.