Nazarene

In words divine, I found your mind,

In foreign scripts I heard your call,

Loud! like the muezzin, confined,

Or the wailing at the western wall,

Christ! in the darkness I cry!

Man and god!

For they have made your temple into a marketplace

and in you, righteousness must find comfort.

In words divine, I found your mind,

In foreign scripts I heard your call,

Loud! like the muezzin, confined,

Or the wailing at the western wall,

For I am alone.

I am left alone to know,

that all our ideals are dust;

we have left them behind to rust.