Finding fills the human heart, this truth I know! Yet the more I find you, the more I discover my own emptiness.
To make myself complete today I have placed myself at your feet; There I see, alas, the wretch's... ego-swollen heart, hollow!
I cry "me, me," pulling you toward myself, Without you, your "I" never stirs, This body-breath, mind-youth I surrender to you and see— This anguish-filled self is but a beggar woman!
The room where you kept me in forgetfulness, I will leave its doors flung wide, Lost in the longing to find you, Even if I reach those feet at last, Crushing all ego, all doubt's source— Wash me clean, oh wash me clean In the dust of your very feet!
You called me to your path, Lest I fall behind, how shall I go? Give me light, give me your answer... Without you I have no one in the night's depths, In the anguish of finding you today I am crushed and die!
What use are all these worldly pleasures, If I cannot find him near me still, That I may not forget your name through trickery, I dwell within myself, beneath my own shadow, Let me make my dwelling in you alone... Let me make my dwelling in you alone!