I doth revel in the joy of love.
In thy beauty, I find great joy.
Thou, the only Begotten son of God, O lord
Bear me upon thy shoulders
In thy love, I find my refuge
The flames of thy love dost scorch me
Cradle my head in thine left arm, whilst thou enfold me with the other arm.
Thou outshine the sheeny sun, and thy fragrance exceeds that of attar of roses.
Thy lips breathe life, yet I linger in
longing when met with kiss.
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