for Tadeusz Maxim, the noblest of them all
My heart is sore pained within me:
and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
Fear and trembling have seized me: and darkness has overwhelmed me.
And I said: O that I had wings like a dovel. For then I would fly away and be at rest
Lo, would I flee far away, and live in the wilderness.
I would wait for him who will save me from my cowardice and from the storm.