To you who suffer

With every glance
Send you joy
I would, and happiness.

With poem-songs
And Godly strains,
I would accompany you.

But empty my heart,
No joy, no cheer,
I can only send you
A groan from my breast.

My heartfelt love,
Blind,
Weak,
Sorrowful,

My poor song,
And tears aplenty
Will accompany
Your arduous path.