Pain has become a possessing spirit;
I live in fear of angering it,
kneeling, standing, shaking
according to its demands.
Does it thirst; does it hunger?
I attend to it with hot water and pills,
cushions and prostration.
I have bowed a thousand times to pain.
O deep ache,
let me sleep,
let me eat,
let me breathe.
I say I believe in no god,
but O how I worship to appease.