I know not - what shall I asketh of thee O lord
my prayers obscurely piercing the depths of my heart
probing the meaning of my soul
with some knowing of the mien rarely known
the semblance I refrain from the evanescing zone
somewhere in the denial of true credence
somewhere between my trust flows
through the waters of the divine providence
hitherto there too aporia glides
along with the tears and fathomless benevolence
I ask again incessantly, perpetually through the inestimable sighs
I pray- how do I beseech thee
for I know not what shall I asketh of thee O lord
the failure of dreams and the dreams of failure
that isn't all that ravages the human soul
for what and what more must I utter sighs
towards the benevolent azure skies
unrelenting the heart so longs the heart so cries
yet unkown to self are my wants
for I know not what I shall asketh of thee O lord
