Dy and night I wonder
where the end of Your path lies.

I am moving forward
and with the hope of attaining You
will continue to go on.

Above my head is a sky full of stars,
below my feet is a wearied and quivering earth.
The sweetly intoxicating breeze
is gently blowing and carrying fragrance.

I do not entertain sorrows of getting lost
nor joys of finding.
Of all hopes, only one ambition remains:
that I may come close to You.