What longing, from what sky, shall I seek in You?
My heart is gone, no longer dreams or brews.
My heart is gone, no longer dreams or brews.
Though a mirror, I am not yet embraced,
Though a mirror, I am not yet embraced,
Let him turn away, whose gaze I have faced.
My heart is gone, no longer dreams or brews.
No permanence for the rose, nor trust for us,
No permanence for the rose, nor trust for us,
Why then does the garden crave scent and fuss?
Why then does the garden crave scent and fuss?
What longing, from what sky, shall I seek in You?
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