Where is He? XXV.

I ask all I meet: Where is He?

In me incomplete: Where is He?

The Tree of my Thought stretch'd on high,

Reach'd not to His Seat: Where is He?

I ask of the Wanderers by Day:

My loved One, most sweet, Where is He?

I ask of the Keepers of Vines:

My loved One, most sweet, Where is He?

I rush through the Woods and the Fields,

And ask the Stag fleet: Where is He?

At Night when in Darkness He hides,

In Fear I repeat: Where is He?

I ask of the Sun and the Moon,

And Stars in retreat: Where is He?

He is not with me. Who has seen

The Path of His Feet? Where is He?

O Master, if thou hast Him found,

O tell, I entreat: Where is He?