O living flame of love
you hurt it dearlymy soul in its deepest center!
As you are no longer elusive
just as if you will,
Breaks the veil of this sweet encounter!
Cautery or soft!
O gracious sore!
O soft hand! O delicate touch
that tastes of eternal life
and pays every debt!
Killing, death in life you've bartered.
O lamps of fire
in whose splendors
the deep caverns of feeling,
it was dark and blind,
with strange beauties
color and light are with his loved!
How gentle and loving
remember in my womb
where secretly dwell alone,
and in your sweet breathing
filled with good and glory,
I fall in love how delicately
