You who tears my soul, and my heart,
With that delicate beauty a man will wish to hold,
Shall rival the goddesses on high.
Daring me to dream, and hope, for my days are arduous without your presence,
So I wait for slumber, to see you once more.
Lady, you who are so great, so powerful,
He who seeks grace without first seeking you,
Will have his dreams fly upward without wings.
For when I stand before you, in your sweet radiance,
that leaves the Sun outshone,
and eyes that see all.
From you,
I may learn my life's true journey.
