87,316
edits
m (Script) |
m (Fresh translation) |
||
Line 55: | Line 55: | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
| <poem> | | <poem> | ||
My | My mind keeps racing toward the way of His passage; | ||
Gazing at His pathway eyes are fixed, my eyes are fixed. | |||
On account | On His account my heart, lo it's in spate; | ||
Because of Him, abstracted I remain, oh I remain. | |||
Today | Today my bed, it is a bed of thorns; | ||
As to my look, all modesty's been lost. | |||
My | My garments, they're lackluster clothes; | ||
My sorrow, where to stow, oh where to stow? | |||
He loves | He loves so much, and yet He does not visit; | ||
Wholly soft and hard, what is this, oh what is this! | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
|} | |} |