When you light your lamp, the mystery of your game begins on the illuminated screen: a bright plan in your impassable darkness. flowers are arranged on expensive cuttings. A sweet scent of incense fills the house at night. The music of flutes, strings and gongs makes your playing the sacred party of life.

When you turn on your lamp, light is made in this world; in this light I am a shadow on your white screen.

When my time comes, you take me in your hand; I appear on the screen of this world.

Your lamp illuminates me: my body is a shadow, but my "self" is in your hands.

Teach me to feel your hand, for I don't know how to act.

Teach me to hear your voice, so I know how to shut up.

Teach me to know your will, so I may know how to speak.

Time is short. My life lasts but seconds in the light

of your lamp that burns mysteriously, from eternity to eternity.

Tell me who and what I am, so that, considering my joy and my pain, my love and my hatred, as the essence of my life, I may, laughing and crying, perform Your will.

Raden Mas Noto Soeroto (1888-1951) Indonesien

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