She woke up one morning,
with a sense of deep longing.
She followed that longing,
like a map etched into her heart.

Along rivers, through forests,
Across the oceans,
to the deserts and back.

Deafened by the voice of desire,
Deafened by the voice of desire,
She was unaware, the Beloved
Lives in the core of her heart.

“Where are you?” “ Who are you?”
“Where are you leading me to?”
The longing was deafening,
fiercely calling out her name.

Along rivers, through forests,
Across the oceans,
to the deserts and back.

Deafened by the voice of desire,
Deafened by the voice of desire,
She was unaware, the Beloved
Lives in the core of her heart.

Stop the noise,
stop the noise,
stop the noise.

And you will hear his voice
in the silence

And you wil hear his voice
hear his voice

hear the Beloved's voice

in the silence