The silent cry that arises within — the Lord Himself hears it.

How could I have carried the honor of divine love, and how could I have been counted among the beloved ones?

From where would such exalted longing arise, and where would I go to trade this pain?

How could I have dreamt such pure dreams, and how could divine love for the Lord have arisen?

Oh, if I had not met You, how would such fortune ever have come to me?

Those who left the remembrance of the world and moved toward the remembrance of the Beloved.

Falsehood consumed the years of my life while Truth stood nearby.