Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand
bonds of delight.
Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various colours and
fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to the brim.
My world will light its hundred different lamps with thy flame and place them before the
altar of thy temple.
No, I will never shut the doors of my senses. The delights of sight and hearing and
touch will bear thy delight.
Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits
The day is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the stream to
fill my pitcher.
The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. Ah, it calls me out into the
dusk. In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, the wind is up, the ripples are rampant
in the river.
I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance to meet. There
at the fording in the little boat the unknown man plays upon his lute.
Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs and yet run back to thee undiminished.
The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets; yet its
incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy feet.
The flower sweetens the air with its perfume; yet its last service is to offer itself to
Thy worship does not impoverish the world.
From the words of the poet men take what meanings please them; yet their last
meaning points to thee.
Day after day, 0 lord of my life, shall I stand before thee face to face. With folded
hands, O lord of all worlds, shall I stand before thee face to face.
Under thy great sky in solitude and silence, with humble heart shall I stand before thee
face to face.
In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil and with struggle, among hurrying
crowds shall I stand before thee face to face.
And when my work shall be done in this world, O King of kings, alone and speecess
shall I stand before thee face to face.
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