A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
I'm just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring.
Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;
Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;
A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this
mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life? ”
Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand years
from me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal.
All through eternity
Beauty unveils His exquisite form
in the solitude of nothingness;
Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage;
God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.