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Translation
You have given me such a small mind And expect so much from it. You call me from distant stars, From the rifts in the clouds. You have given me such a small mind And expect so much from it.
I am bound by innumerable impediments By the smell of the earth, or the leaves of the trees, By the sparkling river currents, Or the shining sky above me. You call me from distant stars, From the rifts in the clouds. You have given me such a small mind And expect so much from it.
O my Supreme Friend, I know You are very close to me. Why then do You call me from afar? How will I be able to see You From such a distance? You call me from distant stars, From the rifts in the clouds. You have given me such a small mind And expect so much from it.