The Very Myself While thinking of dying, I had a flash of life The dark world of mine got a divine light. I saw God holding something precious and high, The friendship of you soon I was enriched by. Friend, you are a drink, for I for you always pine Like a drinker seems to be dying for a glass of wine. Leave me not alone. O My friend, my soul, my life! The very myself, for you leave me not to strive. For all the faults and wrongs I have ever done Who stands by my side, you are still the only one. The world is not worth living without you, my friend; Going by like a day, each moment I have spent. My Bosom Pal I hate thee, O cruel Life! Thou shower down every horrid thing on me; Thou make me run through the fog Of confusion and uncertainty – A race without prize; Thou force me to bear being stung By the huge crowd of venomous creatures; Thou set me to learn the practices of mad men; Nay, there... oh I forgot about the blessed friend With whom to enjoy the ...