Thy will be done once again, Lord,
may we rest beside the thousands and thousands, beside the generations
of the blind who were rejected, who did not know even for an instant
the joy of your kingdom, only the fatigue of life, the anguish and immense sorrow.
Boundless is the night of time, Lord, once again Thy will be done,
may we also rest without other hope or faith
beneath the dark grass that grows taller.
Translated from Greek by Richard Pierce
