Oh, blessed wisdom
that led the sages' path,
for it was theirs the bliss
of reaching the living idea,
on flesh and bone human like.

Oh, how seldom
men are granted
such a prize!

So I wonder
whose hand led my path,
of wisdom so unlike,
so sinfully unbeliever
of what could be,

for I have seen
the love I dreamed of
and secretively drank
from the mead that was
not mine to take.

So I wonder
whose hand led my path
and keeps me here,
gazing from a distance,
imposing me to run away
if he said he loved me...