Oh lord, my Lord,
you smote my heart
again and again,
and each time
love flowed out,
sweet and fragrant,
a gushing river,
ebullient, exultant,
breaking the bonds
of time and space,
expanding to embrace
the whole existence.
Look, Oh Lord,
now only your name
comes to my lips,
your breath flows in me
a river of life,
joy like a drug
throbs through my veins,
and love beats a tune
of enchanted silence.
Look, look, Oh Lord,
how I am irrevocably lost
in the rapture of love.
