English Translation I know not what it means:
This longing of the gem
That's mirrored in the tear
Of the image of a bee
That is sporting in the sky.
The Scriptures do not know,
Nay, all the holy texts,
How to sing its praise.
It has no tone nor tune;
Look, Sir, I cannot pluck
The heart of its mystery!
What words, indeed, can sound
This insubstantial Silence
Of the Absolute Supreme?
And ah! how can I smother
My brother's memory?
