My heart is plain embraced by streams,
And hasty birds above it fly.
A candle waits the whisper time
When it will light the prayer ring.
My road is covered up in splints,
I step in cutting stones, enchained,
And my dark gates are safely kept
By marble sentinels unveiled.
The home – too far, the secret – deep,
And I can’t reach You in Your sky,
The night time song, which has no wings
Becomes mute tears that never die.