Lost To The World
Paul Downing, Friedrich Rückert
I have lost touch with the world
Where once I wasted much of my time
Nothing has been heard from me for so long
That they might well think me dead
Indeed, I hardly care
If the world thinks I am dead
Neither can I deny it
For I am truly dead to the world
I am dead to the bustle of the world
And repose in a tranquil realm
I live alone
In my heaven
In my loving
In my song
