I am the Eternally Anxious One

Who will buy me certainty?

Where can I obtain the serenity of silence?

Who will build me kingdoms of quiet?

How can I gain victory over the labyrinth?

I am the Eternally Anxious One

calling myself every morning

from the slumber of the continents

from the ultimate shores

to the ocean’s pulse.

My pulse is the pulse of anxiety

So how can I mould for my eyelids

the soundness of sleep?

Within me is the anxiety of eternity

So how can I transport myself

to fields of jasmine and tulips?

I am the eternally anxious one

Who will lend me the elixir of patience?

How can I arrive at the port of ports?

Can I succeed in climbing

into the depths of smiling grace?

I am the Eternally Anxious One

When will I banish

the darkness of entity?

When will I carry my soul

to the paradise of the soul?

When will eternity play for me

the melody of melodies

to the eternity of eternity?