I'm not asking You, God, for clean hands
Because I’ve received from You such
Thank You ,God, for the strength
So that I could cleanse my soiled touch
I'm unfolding my two clenched hands
Immersing them in rushing flows
Setting all that I‘ve captured free
The silence will stay there for me
I'm unfolding my two palms’ shells
All the treasures are Thine
My hands anew empty, divine
Nothing has ever been mine
I’m unveiling my two palms’ mirrors
Let them reflect Your glow
Let them transmit Your warmth
To be as above, so below
I’m giving You back my cleansed hands
Because I've received from You such
I’m giving out all that is Yours
Yearning for Oneness so much
