Prayer Before A Voyage के बोल

Be my weather Blow through me like the wind Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs Rain on me Be my winter For what do I wish? Not for stone or for wood Nor of water or of flesh But to meet you in the space that lies Between a joke and a smile And beachcomb the empty mile Be my weather Blow through me like the wind Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs Rain on me Be my winter