If God whispers sweetly in the swaying of the grass,
If God whispers sweetly in the swaying of the grass,
Why, then, do men shout his name with shotgun anger?

If alone I ask my every heartfelt question of my all,
If alone I ask my every heartfelt question of my all,
Why in the coming of night does starlight wet my eyes?

If Shiv is known to me in moonlight silent riddles,
If Shiv is known to me in moonlight silent riddles,
Why does the whippoorwill strike me in its light?

If the gold of sunlight answers my morning prayers,
If the gold of sunlight answers my morning prayers,
Why the heaviness of my heart when the sun arises?

And if the fragrance of the wind is the breath of God,
And if the fragrance of the wind is the breath of God,
Why do I cover my head and cower as it speaks to me?