They try to say what you are

My beloved pulls my reins like camels, leading his own wild camel in a line.  
He wounded my soul and body, broke my glass, and tied my neck to see what he will do.  
He catches me like fish and takes me to dry land, pulling my heart's net towards the hunter's master.  
The one who drives the cloud caravans under the sky like camels, makes the desert a tavern and draws ponds and caves.  
Thunder beats the drum, and everything comes alive; the scent of spring rises in the heart of branches and the core of flowers.  
The one who makes the seed's essence the cause of fruit, reveals the tree's heart's secret on the gallows.  
The kindness of spring breaks the garden's hangover's pain, even though winter's cruelty now leads to intoxication.