Interpretation:
Translation:
With empty hands I wander door to door from one path to another O Lord
I feel my heart, an eternal beggar, eagerly awaits somebody day and night
Not only is my heart unfulfilled, my thirst also does not quench
I lose all that I gain and get washed away by my own tears
The day draws to an end and all travelers have departed
The dark night lies ahead of me hence my day's play has also come to an end
So many paths are yet to traverse but I will now depart, leaving my alms behind
I know not across which waters and in which home has my lamp been lit
Original Poem:
Translation:
With empty hands I wander door to door from one path to another O Lord
I feel my heart, an eternal beggar, eagerly awaits somebody day and night
Not only is my heart unfulfilled, my thirst also does not quench
I lose all that I gain and get washed away by my own tears
The day draws to an end and all travelers have departed
The dark night lies ahead of me hence my day's play has also come to an end
So many paths are yet to traverse but I will now depart, leaving my alms behind
I know not across which waters and in which home has my lamp been lit
Original Poem:
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