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 favor of love!
Help me to learn how I shall love her!
Grant the soul and me a pure bond
by which we learn to cherish love!
Comforter, thank you for listening!
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