This night this emptiness
This silence at the heart
Young paddy fields, fresh dew
The buffaloes shaking the flies with their tails
Leaves fall swirling the water
The window catches the first drop of light
This womb of joy this silence in every soul
Freshly cooked rice, the milk oozes over
From this light this emptiness
You rise, o prince, o god
There is a mystery where words fail
Only the warm blush hints it, and yet even it fails
We work all day thinking of you
You are the king of this nation
You are the saviour of this people
You are a stranger and yet welcome at every door
Have you seen a sorrowful man that had not within him a strange joy?
There is happiness at the heart of grief
Where all are lost there are the marks of your feet
Asking nothing of you let me behold you in all creation
The devotee’s longing is his song of praise
He sees you in all, yet he longs
You are his desire, for your sake he renounces all desire
The sleep of sorrow passes away

scio amo