Blindly I bewail
my heart out
Groping your whereabouts
in lost path, O Lord!
Take heed
of my silent submission
touching thy feet,
submerging an ocean into my eyes
Impute not
a fault on me, O Lord!
Haven't I cloved my hands
with your eternal aroma
I have forsaken
the drumbeat of my heart, that
In you, O Lord! I find
The vault of my heaven
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