As a raven evades all sight,
When cruising on a new moon's night,
So does Your name evade my tongue,
Babbling as though it were stung.
Learned men say much about You,
Thus all their words vainly accrue
Into mountains without summits,
For You lie beyond their limits.

I met You under a shadow.
I was consumed by my sorrow
So I cried out in that abyss.
You replied, "Nothing is amiss."
Your voice was silent and subtle
Yet hearing You was no struggle.
You are my sorrowful joy for
I could not miss you any more.

Why do You choose silence over
Speeches and lasting exposure?
You hide yourself from the learned,
But to children You are revealed.
What use is Your rarity when
You are to be shown to all men?
Though I know You are beyond me,
Let me see You, this is my plea.