Saturday, March 10, 2018


(916)  Ami caridike cai bare bare

Time after time to every side I gaze;
Where art Thou, how far away?
Over the buds of blooming blue loti,
Round and round the honeybee, it flies.

With the sound that southern winds bring
When touching on the tender sapling,
With the blaze of light like gold molten,
When brightness rises in the heavens,
Your heart-filling sweetness do I crave
A hundred times, Lord, in a hundred ways.

Through many an age I've gone on yearning,
With the lamp of hope, patience enduring.
You are age-old and contemporary;
For an instant, please have mercy on me.

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