Half-heartedne ss doesn't reach into majesty.
I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.
Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.
Don't try to steer the boat. Don't open shop for yourself. Listen. Keep silent. You are not God's mouthpiece. Try to be an ear, And if you do speak, ask for explanations.
I am smiling at myself today There's no wish left in this heart Or perhaps there is no heart left Free from all desire I sit quietly like Earth My silent cry echoes like thunder Throughout the universe I am not worried about it I know it will be heard by no one Except me.