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Foolish heart, your waywardness amazes me.
Don’t you have the strength of will to tear on through
the wall that keeps me from my Friend?
Budding, the flower tears through her dress of green.
Blooming, her beauty makes the garden beautiful.
Like Joseph, her loveliness perfumes the air.
Spring breezes, go. Take the news to Jacob, end his
sorrow for the loss of son, wipe darkness from his eyes,
lift the troubles that have weighed upon his spine.
Long-suffering on the path of love, I’ve bowed under
such heavy burdens. Finally, my heart’s grown strong.
No disappointment, no task, can bend my spirit now.
I’m lucky, I’m blessed. I’ve won the lottery, the jackpot.
Here’s the prize — to know who pours celestial wine.
If you’re thirsty, come to me: I’ll call the steward.
I’ve erased my heart’s desires and aspirations. I only
wish for peace — to stand aside at Judgment Day,
neither in angels’ heaven nor in demons’ hell.
