Every slipped sigh may a hymn be for You
And formless words flow like the sea for You
Through rough billows like a fordid gravel
I Stint in this pelagic world but from temporal shore I lee for You
The snares of evil have enmeshed me in their bosom
Make me the self-effacing cinch to flee for You
You forged me in the best of punim and soma
Why is it hard then to tame what is ree, for you
Tangled I am in, me, my, I mine, myself
Let there reside no longer 'I' in me for You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem