Thou rock of granite,
Thou grindest under thy feet
Worlds.
Thou turnest into dust
Generations.
Eternities fall and vanish,
And thou remainest over all.

Heaven,
Thou seest my days,
How faithfully I bleed

In them
For my God.
God, Remove the veil from my eyes;
Free the sky from the nights
Hanging upon it.

Heavens, approach me—
I am weak, tired,
My hands droop.
Heavens, enwrap me—
I am naked.
My soul shudders.
Heavens, light to me—
My eye-brow trembles,
My eye is dry.

Dost thou know the hour;
When all clocks stop,
All worlds are put out,
All skies enfold themselves;
When God beweeps the souls
Of unborn children?