Oh, what was in that luminous candle that set fire to the heart and stole it away?
O you who have set a fire in my heart, I am burning, my friend, come quickly.
The image of the heart is not a created form, for from the face of the heart, the beauty of God is revealed.
I have no remedy but to thank Him, and no benefit but his lips.
Remember the one who, one morning, untied my heart from your locks.
When I first saw you, my soul heard something from your soul.
When my heart drank from your spring, it was drowned in you and the flood carried it away.