“An Orphan's Sad Lament, Sung to the Beat of a Drum”
1
I was just a little boy
When my mother died,
When my father died.
Oh, Lord...Oh, Lord,
I was left in the hands
And hearts of my friends,
I have no one on earth. .
Oh, Lady....Oh, Lord.
2
Two days had passed
When my friends all died:
I was left on my own in the dark,
Oh, groping along in the night.
3
When that day had passed
That I was left all alone,
A stranger came and took me
By the hand to his home.
4
Oh, Lord...Oh, Lord...
Oh, Lady...Oh, Lord!
5
A truly evil man was he
And many bad things
He did to me:
Don't think I'll ever stop weeping.
No relatives, I'm all alone,
Shuffling through my land.
Weeping day and night
Consumes my eyes and soul.
6
Oh, such evil weighs me down!
Lord, take pity on your child!
Put an end to my suffering
Through death or righteous soul!
7
Oh, Lord... My beautiful Lord.
Poor little orphan boy,
Groping and alone,
Goes from door to door,
8
Begging scraps of pity.
May everyone that sees him
Give him loving kindness!
He has no home or clothes,
He doesn’t have a fire.
9
Oh, Lord… My beautiful Lord.
Please take pity on me,
Make mine a righteous soul
So that I can find the courage
To ease the orphan’s pain.
(Songs of Dzitbalché 8)