Broken and bruised by the hand of Fate...

By Dhan Gopal Mukerji

Broken and bruised by the hand of Fate,

Dark night, my staff,

Leaning on its shadowy strength I walk

Toward thee, my God.

Thy crescent my e'er-present friend;

Thy wind, thy voice,

Calls me to go on without end

To thy star that my soul hath seen.

The hour is black, my road unbuilt;

My beggar's song

I cannot sing; yet, thou knowest,

For thy love I long!

I come, O Lord! broken and battered

To thy world where sorrow is not.