Come You with colored beauty
Into every particle of my psyche.
How I've been wandering in search of Thee,
Throughout life, from country to country!
Yourself I did not get anywhere far away;
Close by as well I view, yet I don't attain.
At holy sites in a forest or a mountain range,
Not having found You, in solitude I weep.
At a glance I see that in psyche You reside;
You have been growing a flower in the mind.
On a mental bud with a bunch of honey,
You are grinning, seated imperceptibly.
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My tears of frustration water the flower He is cultivating.
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