I have become lost to the world with which I wasted so much time; it has heard nothing from me for so long that it may well think that I am dead!
It does not concern me in the least if it treats me as if I were dead. I can say nothing at all to the contrary, for I am, in truth, dead to the world.
I am dead to the world’s hustle and bustle and rest in a land of quietude! I live alone in my heaven, in my loving, and in my song.