Why, and how am I weak? How many burdens have I carried? How many tears have I dropped? How long will this pain last? Why can't I quench my thirst? Why can't I purify myself? Why does my soul remain impure? Why's my question unanswered? Why can't I sit with the gatherings? Why's it hard for me to express my love; For that this is divine love? I'm imperfect so forgive me! Why can't I stand hand by hand; with the people of knowledge, The people of purity, The people of wisdom? Take my soul! Let this soul fly! Fly across the space! I'm in divine love!