Worldly lovers think
that they alone
know what's suffering for love
Alas How they err so easily
If they'd know how
I have been pining for Thee
Worldly people go out at night
To sing and dance
Under worldly light and
worldly music
I sit alone I sit in trance
Swaying with the radiance
And melody within
Thy superb beauty is
of the finest art
How can anyone again
worship the lifeless statues
Or any however grand portrait
For there'll be none parallel
For there'll be none parallel
But I've sworn never again
to utter a word
To utter a word praising Thee
I'm ashamed of
the world's poor vocabulary
Having no better language
in speaking of
the most Dignity
The worldly lovers
think that they alone
think that they alone
know what is love
Alas How they are mistaken
If they only knew the bond
between the Master and I
If they only knew the bond
between the Master and I
If they only knew the bond
between the Master and I