Translated by Agnes M. Forsythe and Anne Marie de Commaille
Here I Am, Lord
Tonight, Lord, I am alone.
Little by little the sounds died down in the church,
The people went away,
And I came home,
I passed people who were returning from a walk.
I went by the movie house that was disgorging its crowd.
I skirted café terraces where tired strollers were trying to prolong
the pleasure of a Sunday holiday.
I bumped into youngsters, who will never be my own.
Here I am, Lord,
The silence troubles me,
The solitude oppresses me.