The Garden
[translation by John Monastra]
Thou art the garden of my ultimate joy,
Where a bird sang sweetly over us.
And Thou art the way that led through the night ,
The rustle of the wind or of thy silk.
Thou art the miracle that I so suddenly embraced;
Glimmering beauty, bright in dark garments,
Thou art fragrant to me throughout a thousand nights.
Thou wert the fullness and pain of the void
And all the desire that departed my soul,
So that it consumed itself in its madness.
I kissed Thee there, Thy life was a song
Utterly endless like the sea of seas
And like the storm that passes through the mountains.
