I have lost touch with the world
Where once I wasted much of my time.
Nothing has been heard from me for so long
That they might well think me dead.
Indeed, I hardly care
If the world thinks I am dead.
Neither can I deny it,
For I am truly dead to the world.
I am dead to the bustle of the world
And repose in a tranquil realm.
I live alone
In my heaven
In my loving,
In my song.