On blue sky in starry territory,
Which music comes a-floating,
Having blanketed the world and intoxicated psyche
With some unknown ecstasy from a remote sphere?
I don't have the wisdom of comprehension,
Though a hundred times I look upward...
Hey everyone's Beloved, I wonder,
With what hope do You go on singing?
Paired to the world is a beauty that is Yours;
Its depth my intellect does not discover...
Fruitless is all logic and reason;
In the end emerges only a speck of mercy.
Which music comes a-floating,
Having blanketed the world and intoxicated psyche
With some unknown ecstasy from a remote sphere?
I don't have the wisdom of comprehension,
Though a hundred times I look upward...
Hey everyone's Beloved, I wonder,
With what hope do You go on singing?
Paired to the world is a beauty that is Yours;
Its depth my intellect does not discover...
Fruitless is all logic and reason;
In the end emerges only a speck of mercy.
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Logic and reason are but grist for His mercy-mill.
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