My body is on earth, and my eyes are over the stars.
And this tender heart hangs in your loving arms,
The mortal mind engages itself in other puzzles.
Seldom does it return valiant from life's arenas.
I am a pilgrim and live for a certain purpose.
I ask myself, 'what's the motive of my light existence? '
And I will always try to find your unseen mysteries.
My Lord, swap your holy hand to succour me.
Give my spirit the glow of the spring breeze,
Thus I shall work in broad daylight for my wellbeing.
I do follow the decree of the rising heaven,
You alone are able to wake me up from this ill feeling.
As you have done in the cases of David and Aaron
The gentle shepherds of Goshen and Judah,
Cover me, too, in your upcoming splendors.
We are a fallen folk therefore, extend your lead.
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