1

The rituals of the Sanctuary unsanctified! The Church commercialized. My torn apparel aught to be valued much, For madness has become rare these days!

2

O wave! Plunge headlong into the dark seas, And change thyself with many a twist and turn; Thou wast not born for the solace of the shore; Arise, untamed, and find a path for thyself.

3

Am I bound by space, or beyond space? A world-observer or a world myself? Let Him remain happy in His Infinitude, But condescend to tell me where I am.

4

I was in the solitude of selfhood lost, And was, it seemed, unaware of the Presence; I lifted not my eyes to see my Friend, And, on the Day of Judgment, shamed myself.

5

Confused is the nature of my love for Thee, And more confused is my song in Thy praise; For I sometimes do relish fulfillment, At other times, a yearning in my heart.