Sorrow comes to my dwelling bearing news of your arrival, to ready pain's welcome seat my restless heart stays vigil.
In the eternal you are fleeting, beyond all forms yet within each form; you are the treasure of the heart, beyond knowing in each day's work.
Deep in the soul like music your love reverberates, diving deep into love's depths I have lost myself.
Beyond beauty you are beautiful, beyond form, O formless one, made of mind; in the love-fragrance of the soul's incense may feeling become forever yours.
In sorrow's darkness let your mercy burn bright as anguish, that moment of finding you— that is my consolation.
In memory, thought, and word I could never touch you, yet you have given me the strength to sing your song.