WHEN YOU HOLD your lamp in the sky it throws its light on my face and its shadow falls over you.
When I hold the lamp of love in my heart its light falls on you and I am left standing behind in the shadow.

HAVE YOU COME to me as my sorrow? All the more I must cling to you.
Your face is veiled in the dark, all the more I must see you.
At the blow of death from your hand let my life leap up in a flame.
Tears flow from my eyes,-let them flow round your feet in worship.
And let the pain in my breast speak to me that you are, still mine.

THE FOUNTAIN of death makes the still water of life play.