Yourself I have wanted, oh Beloved,
In private and in seclusion...
On a clement morning glazed with crimson luster
Mid a pleasant chirping of birds.
I know: As much as mind wants, it gets not to such extent;
And even what mind gets, it wants not in all respects...
You Who are higher than every wish and acquisition,
Having cast adrift love's language, inside psyche please come.
I am a flower, afloat on Your foot-stream;
I had been without shore, but now I've got a beach...
Graciously, please see me;
Alone am I, Beloved, I am lonely.
In private and in seclusion...
On a clement morning glazed with crimson luster
Mid a pleasant chirping of birds.
I know: As much as mind wants, it gets not to such extent;
And even what mind gets, it wants not in all respects...
You Who are higher than every wish and acquisition,
Having cast adrift love's language, inside psyche please come.
I am a flower, afloat on Your foot-stream;
I had been without shore, but now I've got a beach...
Graciously, please see me;
Alone am I, Beloved, I am lonely.
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