The poet desires intensely for reunion with God. He feels his life is of no use, and longs for divine light to enlighten him, to end his earthly life and to liberate him. He wants to be dissolved in the beauty of nature and become God’s plaything and finally become one with Him.
I AM like a remnant of a cloud oof autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever — glorious! Thy touh has not yet melted my vapour, making me one with thy light, and thus I count months and years separated from thee.
If this be thy wish and if this be thy play, then take this fleeting emptiness of mine, paint it with colours, glid it with fold, float it on the wanton wind and spread it in varied wonders.
And again when it shall be th wish to end this play at night, I shall melt and vanish away in the dark, or it may be in a smile of the white morning, in a coolness of ourity transparent.
