I ate the figs from home,
of pears and peaches from his tree,
your honey more blessed me
was an ointment
where delight my soul
and I break.
God, just for you "my spikenard gives his smell"
and can radiate my heart, beats,
songs of love that only you decipher.
Sweet and beautiful,
clear more than night
inwhichthe walking towards me
confident of your hand,
Beautiful and precious,
but dawns
and colorful sunsets,
And thou hast created all!
And while the whole creation
recognizes you
I surrender in your arms,
as minimal thing,
as a tiny bird
tired and hungry,
to find in your breast
home heat and dearest.
Lord, do not look to my feathers
are full of mud,
dirty my paws and my wings
covered with mold?
Can not view the cracked beak
smeared with filth?
And tenderly wash my
with the purest dew
drips from your veins,
crimson dew expressed by love me
with a love that the world knows not,
with a love that fuels my plumage,
you spent all the flutter.
"give us life again"
on with your fire
my song and my flight
but today I am for you,
and you're mine.
"I am my beloved
and he is mine "
Song of Songs
"my fingers dripping myrrh"
to praise
and to confess,
At last,
that "in secret
ma has led to an understanding
wisdom "
