I am one who has become lost because he was found;
One who once was music and now is a small thin sound.
Oh, for that grand day of days when I leave the dark sea of illusion behind me
And stand on the shore gazing at the face of my Beloved till his beauty shall blind me.
Although my song is measured by time-bars, time has no place in it.
The tale of it is already complete: I only endlessly re-spin it.