I seek not the kingdom of Heaven,
I seek not the exaltation of the spirit,
I seek not the torment of the flesh,
I seek the sweet smell of life,
So mother, let me be, let me be, let me be

I seek not to decipher the holy scriptures,
I seek not to ponder on the ultimate truth,
I seek not to listen to the primordial sound,
I seek the ordinary pleasures on earth,
So mother, let me be, let me be, let me be

I seek not to be the virtuous,
I seek not to be the valiant,
I seek not to be the perfect,
I seek the security of my woman’s breast,
So mother, let me be, let me be, let me be

Let the saint seek the One,
Let the virtuous seek to abide,
Let the powerful seek the whip,
Let me hold ‘my love’ to me,
Oh mother, let me be, let me be, let me be

I shall seek her that imperfect one,
I shall seek her thro’ endless lives,
I shall seek my honest heart,
I shall seek the curses of those close,
So mother, let me be, let me be, let me be