Inner Realm
_Thy look_
In the solitude of my heart thou peep,
Time and again to make me restless,
To lay my heart onto thy feet,
With love that makes me rueful,
For not lettingthee all that I have,
Thy look mystic and weird,
The playfulness thou play makes me nothing,
Proves me to give thee everything.
Come into my heart o master,
With soft clandestine step, thy home.
My heart is thy home and let me homeless,
All the doors I open and
all the night I am awake to worship thee,
With my suspended breath and wonderment.
Come and make me homeless,
Shelterless will give me shelter in thy look.
Let me die with my mind inside nothing to look.
The playfulness thou play makes me nothing, Proves me to give thee everything. Come into my heart o master, With soft clandestine step, thy home.
Come into my heart o master, With soft clandestine step, thy home.
In the solitude of my heart thou peep, Time and again to make me restless, To lay my heart onto thy feet, With love that makes me rueful
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I would like to translate this poem
Come and make me homeless, Shelterless will give me shelter in thy look. Let me die with my mind inside nothing to look... ....