His shrine

Who then

keepeth silence long

Until he can no more distinguish

The sound of a bird

From the song of morning in his heart?

Vainly

upon all that comes to pass by his hand

a name is read

long since mentioned in paradise

For

he knows a particle

of the Lord

and despairs by dint of that?

Sitor Situmorang
after the French translation of Louis-Charles Damais