Many doors opened of themselves before me because of Thy coming. O Lord, everything shone with life when Thou camest. The temple’s marble floor, on which I stood, thrilled me because of Thee. Everywhere dumb matter spoke, spirit-resurrected by Thy touch. Everywhere throbbed the incense-breeze of stillness, bearing to me Thy perfume of bliss.
I behold Thy sanctuary, hidden beneath the broken rocks of silence.
On the altar-stone of sacredness plays Thy fountain of joy.
With uplifted palm-cups of craving, I catch and drink the vital waters of Thy solace, and I know that I need thirst no more.