LIGHT, OH WHERE is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame,-is such thy fate, my heart! Ah, death were better by far for thee! Misery knocks at thy door, and her message is that thy lord is wakeful, and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night. The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless. I know not what this is that stirs in me,-I know not its meaning. A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight, and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me. Light, oh where is the light! Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void. The night is black as a black stone. Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
YOU HIDE yourself in your own glory, my King. The sand-grain and the dew-drop are more proudly apparent than yourself. The world unabashed calls all things its own that are yours-yet it is never brought to shame. You make room for us while standing aside in silence; therefore love lights her own lamp to seek you and comes to your worship unbidden.
