HE CAME AND sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me! He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodies. Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
COME FRIEND, who can free me from bonds of toil, for I lag behind while the pilgrims rush to follow their vision. Come like a sudden flood that runs with its offerings to the sea, Sweep me away from the load that drags me down. Come from among the crowd, you, to whom I fully belong, who can call me by my own true name and smile and be known to me for ever.
