A cloud, a veil, a mist, or night;
No matter what, it removes my sight.
My mind is limited, my thoughts unsure.
The noise I hear is far from pure.
I feel my way, oblivious to beauty,
Blindly attempting to realize my duty.
How long must I remain in dark?
Why must I see only in part?
Isn't there some kind of better way?
Why can't the fleeting understanding stay?
How I long for the day when the way is clear,
When I can see all things, both far and near;
When thoughts are bright and easily found;
When I can hear each and every sound.
Oh, how glorious that day will be!
And finally I will be free.
But now in darkness will my life be spent
Until I receive an Enlightenment.