Parting is hard, and death is terrible;
I seem to walk through a deep valley,
far from the light of day, alone and comfortless!
The damps of death fall thick upon me!
Horrors stare me in the face!
I look behind, there is no returning;
Death follows after me;
I walk in regions of Death, where no tree is;
without a lantern to direct my steps,
without a staff to support me.