|The one you are searching for in the stars’ silence|
Perhaps is concealed in the commotion of life
It is standing is the cypress tree, is sleeping in the verdure
Is singing in the nightingale, is silent in the flower bud
Come, I shall show you His luminous cheek
In rivers’ mirror, in dew’s looking glass
In forest, in mountains in everything only He exists
In the heart of Man, in your cheek only He exists.