O God, listen to my confession!
Because I think I must unrobe
before Your most divine eyes
that my heart is now starving
in the wilderness of adoration;
and, that my bones are dancing,
in the valley of flowery thorns.
God, my omniscient Comforter.
I need not have to bear sentences.
I find no need to whisper to You
because I know You always know.
O my beloved omniscient Comforter!
Should not I love a soul I must love?
Her eyes are offering me candlelight,
her steps are leading me to an oasis,
where I think my dreams will drink.
Comforter, You know I am honest.
O my very veritable and nice Comforter!
Speak to me from your most divine lips!
Tell me what I shall do in favour of love!
Help me to learn how I shall love her!
Grant the soul and me a pure bond
through which we learn how we love.
Comforter, thank you for listening!
Jogjakarta, 13 June 2003