Once more, before I wander on
And turn my glance forward,
I lift up my hands to you in loneliness
You, to whom I flee,
To whom in the deepest depths of my heart
I have solemnly consecrated altars
So that Your voice might summon me again.
On them glows, deeply inscribed,
the words: “To the Unknown God”.
I am his, although until this hour
I’ve remained in the wicked horde
I am his and I feel the bonds
That pull me down in my struggle
And, would I flee,
Force me into his service.
I want to know you, Unknown One
You who have reached deep into my soul
Into my life like the gust of a storm
You incomprehensible yet related one!
I want to know you, even serve you.