I yearn for relieving and I yearn for dissolving.
I yearn for saving and I yearn for being saved.
I yearn for begetting and I yearn for being conceived.
I year for singing and I yearn for becoming a song.
Let everybody dance!
I yearn for ornamenting and I yearn for being ornamented.
I’m your lamp if you can see me.
I’m your door if you are knocking on me.
Who can see what I do, conceal my work.
– translated by Ági Dénes
impressive