O Beloved, You are my helper;
I fly towards You
and tear this bodily garment
from my soul.
There is no profit
in “I” and “you”;
it is best to leave it all
behind.
Let me sit and surrender my head
at Your feet;
let me rise and deliver my soul
to Your hands.
Let me foster the longing for You
in my head,
wipe all but consciousness of You
from my heart.
Let me borrow another eye
from You
and see Your visage
with Your eye.
Every place I pass by
I see You present;
I’m a nobody, head over heels
in love with You.
I am ready to be sacrificed
to Your countenance,
for I have lost all news
of myself.
When You bestow light upon me,
I shall fly
with Your wings, in Your abode,
with no self.