My fleeting life has come and gone – A wind that blows and passes by.
I feel it has been all too brief,
Just like the blinking of an eye.
To this true word God will attest: The Spirit is the body’s guest, Some day it will vacate the chest so painful.
As birds, freed from their cages, shall fly high in the heavens.
Life, my good man, can be likened To the land that the farmer sows: Lying scattered all over the soil, Some of the seeds sprout, but some die.
Where with what madness has seized me because of You? What is this tumult in my soul that You have instilled?
Because of You I am in a state of disarray.
It’s not my norm to behave this way.
I came evil and chaste from the two worlds, Purified by the fire of Your Love divine.
That fire You have lit in my soul
Shall be my guide, eternal and sublime.
Where is the eye that can see You?
The Beloved is there, but the eyes are blind. We are lost in our own veil,
While everywhere Your vision prevails.
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