Battered by unkindness….and cruel behavior, teach me yet to pour the unceasing sweetness of my love.

Goodbye, blue house of heaven…You can hold me no
longer.

In my little chamber of quietness,
I am always resting.

In Thy temples, when many come to pray, I take God-intoxication
from their eyes. I blend them together into a cocktail of devotion.

O Spirit, teach me to love Thee as wholeheartedly
as the miser loves money.

Whether Thou comest or not, I will wait for Thee.