What pleases You — that alone I came to ask for today.

I kept searching for spring within the ashes, beloved — but You Yourself were the spring.

I could not even confess my love, beloved — You Yourself became the confession.

Pure-hearted, innocent eyes — those that learned to trust Him.

Outwardly unaware, they kept their attention absorbed in Him.

Those who kept their eyes protected from the impurities of the world.

O mother, today I saw that His heart had become love-maddened.