(sailing through the night)
SAILING THROUGH the night I came to life's feast, and the morning's golden goblet was filled with light for me.
I sang in joy,
I knew not who was the giver,
And I forgot to ask his name.
In the midday the dust grew hot under my feet and the sun overhead.
Overcome by thirst I reached the well.
Water was poured to me.
I drank it.
And while I loved the ruby cup that was sweet as a kiss,
I did not see him who held it and forgot to ask his name.
In the weary evening I seek my way home.
My guide- comes with a lamp and beckons me.
I ask his name,
But I only see his light through the silence and feel his smile filling the darkness.