Behind the lane, I lay half-dead;
Rolled up in bandage and covered with dust.
For the materialistic world had forsaken me;
Had not it been for the brutal leprosy.
People came and spat by me, kicked me hard;
And, passed away. What was my sin? God knows.
For I had none to care and none to gainsay.
Behind the lane, I lay fallen half dead
The accustomed kind of day had passed
In the twilight I lay weeping the days pain away
I looked up when the twilight being my solitary company
Was blocked by an anonymous stature.
A brutal world thought me as I lay in the grime
Perhaps waiting for the upcoming pain.
Behind the lane I lay fallen half dead.
But the figure came by and sat by me
Come with me oh heavenly saint!
The words were sweet
Sweeter than the scent of the musk deer
Sweeter than the honey of the hydria bees
Sweeter than the love of a mother
For had not it been countless years
For my ears to perceive such words, oh dear!
Who are you oh merciful one?
Out of the blue the clouds grew dark!
As if signifying the fear of twinge in the mans eyes
Oh forgive me heavenly saint for I am the one who
Took advantage of your sorrow!
He took me to his dwelling and showed me
The one to be pitied and loved but alas
It was none but his own dear wife
Oh heavenly saint son of God
I have realized my mistake
For which my eyes could not perceive
You thou showed it to me , dear lord. Oh heavenly father
I do realize my gaffe
Nevertheless, alas its too late too repay
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