English
Number 25
My chest burns, my lashes drip blood, and dawn is near.
Know this: my sighing is about to take effect.
Who is there to tell our friends back home
that we never reached the shore, and danger is close.
I am that garden with a hundred plagues lying in wait;
what good is it that my sapling is close to bearing fruit?
Keep striving toward the healer's home, the goal you seek;
the road is long, but the destination is right before your eyes.