My sorrow has now plumbed the unfathomed sea
Kissing Thy feet, its hue is changed at last to ecstasy!
My tears poured down like rain
Pierced by thorns of pain
I knew nor why I asked and asked
Heavens. In vain.
Who wove these into a torque of peals now for Thee.
When darkness thickened in a pall, thy nightly star called to me
Made mute by absence smart
Fumbled for a word, my heart
It lingered speechless and shy longing
At whose touch it broke now into a dulcet song of glee?