Sehnsucht [English translation]

My eyes are open – but I’m not looking outward.

I turn inside – I turn to my inner light.

Will my inner light shine, what will I find inside?

What’s gone thru me?

The Longing, the Longing.

I’m like a blind man searching for sight.

Because he’s not searching for another.

We see each other.

Some ask – how does time pass?

How time passes…how time passes

I ask – how did time begin?

How time begins….how time begins

In which I live eternally

with this certain longing.

That comes and goes, comes and goes.

I so miss the longing.