My longing for you sets fire to my soul.
It threatens to destroy all before it.
It brings my blood to a boil.
I try always to reach you.
Yet you allude me always.
And yet with this fire you also renew.
I call out to you daily five times.
Asking you to deliver me into your arms.
But even in fana I hear the chimes.
Back to this life am I brought.
To fill with longing once again.
No more to your greatness than the smallest thought.