Stay with us, for it is nearly evening. Dark approaches, and though we seem to have our plans in order so there is no need to fear, and we ourselves are impressed with the completeness, we do fear. Please stay with us. You know our terror and do not blame us for it, though its taste and odor lie sour within us. Stay with us. Evening rises all around, and you are light. Please remain, for what is evening for except to fill the emptiness of day with friendship and fruits that escaped us through the noon. Stay with us that we may hold one evening longer this joy that grows from being with you. Stay with us, please; the substance of our meal cannot nourish us without you.