Yearning for death

Ah, who will take from my soul

this secret, heavy burden

that, the more I conceal,

the more strongly it grips me?

Don't you wish finally to break

my tormented, anguished heart?

You find here with your weaknesses,

that your love is nothing but pain.

You will only become fully healthy

when you no longer lack the things you yearn for,

when a sisterly nature

becomes wedded to your own nature.

Hear me, Father in the Heavens,

In a foreign land, your child is pleading:

Grant that he will surround me

with the life-giving wind of Your death.

That he will raise me to the stars,

where one knows nothing of separation,

where the spirit-language gives Life

the name of Love.