Free my soul, O God, take hold of my hand.
Awake in this deep night I search only for this: where do you dwell?
Give first to this heart supreme tenderness, love and compassion, then if you will, grant me kingdoms or mighty dominion.
I cannot find you though I search, making endless effort! I've heard that one who thirsts to find you surely will.
Let me know my innermost being, for that I'll burn myself as much as you desire.
Terrible pain, when day and night I practice, alive yet dying again and again!
I rage like an ocean against myself, unable to abandon my greed for abandoning the world.
One who hungers fiercely to find you— even on earth that soul fills with nectar.
In life I hoarded only money, never love, small as I am, can my sins not be forgiven?