HAVE YOU COME to me as my sorrow? All the more I must cling to you. Your face is veiled in the dark, all the more I must see you. At the blow of death from your hand let my life leap up in a flame. Tears flow from my eyes,-let them flow round your feet in worship. And let the pain in my breast speak to me that you are, still mine.
DO NOT LEAVE me and go, for it is night. The road through the wilderness is lonely and dark and lost in tangles: The tired earth lies still, like one blind and without a staff. I seem to have waited for this moment for ages to light my lamp and cull my flowers. I have reached the brink of the shoreless sea to take my plunge and lose myself for ever.
