My dreams leave off all that hurts
In all my thoughts;
It is great to see thy love in me,
My innumerable benignities with which thou smiles on me.
In the dreams I dream,
I am the image of that True one,
With all seeing eyes,
Thy love alone is sweeter than all that is sweet,
Speak thou not about pains, and miseries;
Worries, and hurts,
The love of the ancient one is stronger than them all,
Till the morning light fleets,
And the darkness vanished,
In my very tune,
My words takes wing in songs from every birds on the tree,
Indeed I am the image of God,
My eyes has seen thy beauty,
My heart is made merry,
My soul skips all that the world knows,
With all her lying wonders,
Pains, miseries,
Worries, and hurt,
Tis the power of God,
It is pure and brave,
A pathway to all that is beautiful,
My soul is jubilant,
For God and all he made,
The world is not left behind.