I found myself alone
In a gloomy wood, astray;
The straight and narrow path gone.

Scarcely can I say how first I entered
That broken place. A sleepy dullness
Perplexed me, weighed my senses down,
As I began to slip astray of the path.

How savage and wild, how rough
And unsettling was my situation.
The bitter memory of it, even now,
Haunts me like death.

A difficult task it is even to tell of it.

Yet will I relate all that happened there
So that I may also tell of the good
That has arisen from my passage.