For You my tears flow,
for You I have threaded this garland.

Then O divinity,
tell me why do not You speak
and understand the agony of my mind?

You float upwards,
on the chariot of light,
and into the stream of ideation.

You do not come into the pupil of my eyes.
You do not understand my restlessness.

You exist secretly in the recess of my mind
and in the depth of my heart.

You appear in the depths and pores of darkness
as the well rehearsed tune of a lost song.