Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Come quietly

(1431)  Eso niirava carane

On silent feet please do come;
Your seat has been spread, my Love,
In solitude at heart's core.

With flowers, mind I've kept adorned
Through many ages with much labor.
Musing on Your glory, nectar I have plastered
In color after color.

No hatred, fear, or shame is mine;
You alone are my Ideal, gist of my desire.
Constantly for Your kindness I am begging
When I'm living and while dying.

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