Brothers,my peace is in my aloneness.
My beloved is alone with me there, always.
I have found nothing in all worlds
That could match His love,
This love that harrows the sand of my desert.
If I come to die of desire
And my beloved is still not satisfied,
I would live in eternal despair,
To abandon all that He has fashioned
And hold in the palm of my hand
Certain proof that He loves me-
That is the name and goal of my search.