Moment by moment, the messenger of his imagination reaches my heart, bringing a new radiance from his beauty and grace.
Oh Lord, is this joyful scent from the direction of paradise, or is it a breeze that reaches me from the day of our union?
Is it from love that my mind is dazzled with joy, or is it a cup that reaches me from his lawful wine?
Is it like a game that love makes me fly, or do the young doves reach me from his wings and feathers?
The proud ones come to me from the unseen, and all these aids reach me from the delight of his presence.