I have lost touch with the world

where once I wasted much of my time.

Nothing has been heard from me for so long

that they might well think me dead.



Indeed, I hardly care

if the world thinks I am dead.

Neither can I deny it,

for I am truly dead to the world.



I am dead to the bustle of the world

and repose in a tranquil realm.

I live alone

in my heaven

in my loving,

in my song