On which cart did You leave,
piercing my heart,
and churning the core of my being?

In the distant blue sky,
in wind,
in fire,
in which distant and shadowy path?

You came in a flash of light
and came alone.
You won the heaven of my heart.

With Your own hands
You kindled a dream lamp
in my utterly black heart.

You went away,
leaving behind a sweet fragrance.
You opened up my blinded eyes
by marking a line of illumination.

With the sweet and loving memory
of that gentle breeze
I survive,
day and night.