Heart, is there anything to desire?
Feet, is there anywhere to go?
A way for the feet, where the winds blow
The dust: from the heart, and a way for the heart
Where the kindness of love shall never tire,
Nor the feet be tired with the length of the way?
Shall the heart Stay and the feet stay,
And the voice of the wind crying: Depart?
O my heart, O my feet, rest, be at rest!
They are tired, they are tired of wandering.
O my heart, O my feet, is there anything
Worth the desire out of all that is?
Wandering ones, quiet is best
Cover the thoughts and the voices deep
And let me bind my feet with a sleep.
And blind my heart with a sleepy kiss!
