En-Songs without Names: Poems by Frithjof Schuon Vol. I-VI-XVII

I am too tired to think of God,

Someone complained, I have no more strength,

What should I do? What shouldst thou do?

Thou shouldst repose in the fragrance of far-off God-remembrance.

Just as the pariah, who did not dare

To enter the sanctuary, nevertheless became blessed,

Because from afar he contemplated the temple’s roof.