The pathway that you so often wandered,
That I wandered along with you,
The waves of wheat already conceal it,
And flowers nod above it;
And only by the more lushly burgeoning life
Do I recognize the beloved track;
Otherwise it is harboured within the broad covering
Of the immeasureably rich meadow!
 
Just like the pathway, your life, too,
Was lost in the richest sea of blessings,
And my joyful glances hover
Over it like sunbeams:
How God has blessed your existence
And the sowing of your faithful hands!
With every step I take I encounter
Your quiet deeds of love.
 
Suffused in the Almighty's goodness,
Encircled as by a mother's arms,
How could I in my spirit continue to feel
Abandoned, orphaned, and poor!
No laments arise, no yearnings;
Fulfillment streams about me;
A light and merciful sanction,
As if I too had achieved fulfillment!
 
Should I hope and not see that which I hope for?
To see is the very essence of hope,
Even if the fulfillment of the most hopeful trust,
The full fruition, is still far in the future.
You are with Him, in His presence
I miraculously feel your nearness.
I am upheld and I look into
The clear depths of love.