I was dead, now I am alive,
I was a tear, now I can laugh.
For the joy of love came to me,
Happy am I for ever more.
He says: 'You are a candle flame,
The focus of the assembly's prayer.'
No assembly am I, nor flame,
But drifting smoke is what I am.
He says: 'You have feathers and wings,
I give you no wings nor feathers'.
I yearn for his feathers, his wings.
Wingless and featherless am I.
You are the source of the sun.
And I am the willow's shadow.
Oh, you have struck me on the head,
Wretch that I am, on fire am I.
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