Do you feel when you’re worried or sad,
I am with you, I talk to you;
as I also hear your sad sigh waft
to me when I have my trouble!
I cannot ever live without you;
you see, if you are far or near
- although your sweet charm is all around -
your bitter joy embraces me.
We who became one in pain, in the
forbidden zone (and in sin - would
the saints say!), will we find one fine day
our word of mutual grace?
Will we find it? We would search for it,
hungrily until judgement day!
Till this unlikely light shines on us
the diamond-moon of our faith.