I want to be like you;
In fact, I even imagine I am you,
Except that I am unworthy of such an honor.

My imagination takes me there,
The places I read about,
To where you were:

Walking a field of grain where we pick and eat.
Fishing with those who follow you and listen.
I watch a man stretch out his hand and be cleansed.
A woman kneels to lave your feet with her tears and perfume to dry with her hair.

I imagine myself doing the things you do,
But when I come to...
I realize I do none of these things.
In fact, it seems I do nothing at all.

I want to be like you;
hear the way you do,
see the way you do,
speak like you,
and walk in your manner.

Next I will read about as you are now,
That my imagination may take me there.
I cannot be you,
But I shall be where you are!