Sunday, August 30, 2020

If You would but speak

(1686)  Ratri dine mane mane

Night and day inwardly,
I think about You when I'm lonely.
Not a word do You speak, hey my Deity;
Nonetheless, on You I muse absentmindedly.

Without You as mine, who else would there be
Eternally in the midst of this same street?
Perhaps You don't grasp my inner-spirit's story;
Yet with me every minute You are there.

On this same pathway of the light
In rhythm and song You have bided, my Dear.
Through each rise and fall of life,
You have stayed to the last gasp, resounding.

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