1. I

I'm giving thanks to you, just because you are.
For you are too great for our heads,
which are too rational.
For there is no way, to embrace you, with a heart,
which is too nervous.
For you are so close, and miles away
and so different in everything.
For you've been already found and not found yet
and 'cause we get away from you back to you.
For we do nothing for you
but all thanks to you.
For what I cannot grasp, that has never been
a delusion.
Because you stay silent, just each of us ' erudite, but analphabet natters away.


2. II

From common sense that looking up
To lofty aims has crushed a primrose in a garden,
Save me my Lord,
My blindness that takes away the chance
of finding the truth
Light up my Lord,
On the mean dullness that hides shamefully blush of fascination
keep watch with me Lord,
Don't let me love with a possessive love My Lord,
and never become a dream for a friend' butterfly.