‘O My Beloved,
Only when I am close to You
is the world in perfect order, and
contentment enfolds me in warm arms;
only then am I at peace;
only then is my heart at rest
and I am still within myself
and know that heart to be true constancy…’
O My Beloved,
You heard me speak this
from my heart, to You; and then
You smiled.
And in that smile I knew
all that I had written, to be but
the faintest, pale reflection
of Your love for me;
for me whose heart You made,
to be there as a mirror of Your love.
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I would like to translate this poem
You are going to make cry :) This is beautiful!