On my solitary looking glass of mind,
Yourself I have spied
Through the dense gloom of a new-moon night.
In love with You am I;
On account of You I laugh, I cry.
For Your sake, ardent heart does fly
To some far-away celestial site.
On the inside of the mind You are there;
You have filled the mind with sentiment and beauty.
Thus You have appropriated my everything;
In exchange You have given Yourself to me.
Yourself I have spied
Through the dense gloom of a new-moon night.
In love with You am I;
On account of You I laugh, I cry.
For Your sake, ardent heart does fly
To some far-away celestial site.
On the inside of the mind You are there;
You have filled the mind with sentiment and beauty.
Thus You have appropriated my everything;
In exchange You have given Yourself to me.
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The price of God is everything. Sometimes it makes us sad, but then we are glad.
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