I am ready, O beloved
I am ready, O beloved,
to fail
in my search for you.
I may end up
in a dead end.
I may be misled.
But I will not stop.
Because even if I arrive
at a dead end,
even if I reach
no man’s land,
I may cry, I may scream —
yet I can still
begin again
from there.
But if I stop, O
life of my life,
out of the fear of failure,
then you will never be mine.
There are hundreds
who say they know you.
I chose one of them.
Or she chose me,
I do not know.
They said,
She is you.
I do not know her.
I do not know them.
You know her and them.
They are your agents —
to lead and to mislead.
But I only know
that I will walk
to the end of the path
she showed me.
Because if I fail,
I will begin again.