When my disquiet is great
\nAnd the world is strung taut against me,
\nI feel a great need for her –
\nAnd she has never disappointed me.<\/p>\n
\nI do not know where my beloved is now –
\n
\nEven who she is;
\nBut I feel her –
\nIt has been so from the earliest times.<\/p>\n
\nI remember her rising from the Dal Lake,
\nPiercing its surface and walking on it
\nAs a white angel,
\nWhen she got close to me she vanished.<\/p>\n
\nI see her in the curvature of mountain peaks,
\nIn the music of the raindrops hitting slated terrace,
\n
\nIn the splash of the cool breeze skating the cheeks,
\n
\nIn the stillness of the cloudless moonlit sky.<\/p>\n
\nWhen I was lonely in youth
\nShe would sit with me silently \u2013
\nNever advising, never questioning,
\nAlways consoling.<\/p>\n
\nIn the great defeats of my life
\n
\nShe made sure I felt her presence.
\nI crossed my chasms with difficulties,
\nBut never lost faith.<\/p>\n
\nAs my journey is coming to end
\nI see her more,
\nIt seems she will hold my hand
\nTill the other shore.<\/p>\n