My love and my yearning for home
ignited in the heat of this night
like the sweet fragrance of foreign flowers
fanning the flames of a fierce fervor.

My love and my yearning for Home
and all my fortune and misfortune
now stand like silent stanzas of a song
in the dark mirror of Your mythic gaze.

My love and my yearning for home
have turned away from the noise of this world
and in Your dark eyes
have built a vast, secret throne.

Hermann Hesse. The Seasons of the Soul