Only Thee

Only Thee 


That I want thee, only thee---let my heart repeat without end. 
All desires that distract me, day and night, 
are false and empty to the core. 


As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light, 
even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry 
---`I want thee, only thee'. 


As the storm still seeks its end in peace 
when it strikes against peace with all its might, 
even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love 
and still its cry is 
---`I want thee, only thee

The song I came to sing 
remains unsung to this day. 
I have spent my days in stringing 
and in unstringing my instrument. 


The time has not come true, 
the words have not been rightly set; 
only there is the agony 
of wishing in my heart….. 


I have not seen her face..though i cherished her smile, 
nor have I listened to her voice...though she sings sweet; 
only I have heard her gentle footsteps 
from the road before my heart….. 


But the lamp has not been lit 
and I cannot ask her into my house; 
I live in the hope of being with her; 
but this meeting is not yet.