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.
When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy.
When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song.
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest.
When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king.
When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.
当我心坚硬焦躁，请施我以仁慈的雨露。
当生命失去恩宠，请赐我以欢乐的歌儿。
当喧嚣四起，繁杂的工作让我与世隔绝，我宁静的主啊，请带着你的和平与安宁降临。
当我赤贫的心畏缩于墙脚，我的国王，请带着你王者的威仪破门而来。
当欲念以诱惑与尘埃蒙住了我的心，呵，圣者，你是清醒的，请带着你的雷电降临。
40. Arid Heart干渴的心
The rain has held back for days and days, my God, in my arid heart. The horizon is fiercely naked——not the thinnest cover of a soft cloud, not the vaguest hint of a distant cool shower.
Send thy angry storm, dark with death, if it is thy wish, and with lashes of lightning startle the sky from end to end.
But call back, my lord, call back this pervading silent heat, still and keen and cruel, burning the heart with dire despair.
Let the cloud of grace bend low from above like the tearful look of the mother on the day of the father｀s wrath.
Where dost thou stand behind them all, my lover, hiding thyself in the shadows? They push thee and pass thee by on the dusty road, taking thee for naught. I wait here weary hours spreading my offerings for thee, while passers-by come and take my flowers, one by one, and my basket is nearly empty.
The morning time is past, and the noon. In the shade of evening my eyes are drowsy with sleep. Men going home glance at me an