Help me do the crossing,
Oh Lord of the Universe.
The boat is rocking on the waves of pity; endless is the crossing.
My boat is battered and there is no oarsman and the hope is
remote to get to the shore.
If you spurn me because I am helpless, whom shall I rely on.
In this unfeeling world those who were my companions
Have one after the other left me as this night of darkness approached.
You be my pole star and lit up the immense darkness.
Without your kindness, you universal friend,
I can’t make the crossing.
