Is my soul feeling the longed for light

Is my soul feeling the longed for light

Of God who created it? Is it the gleam

Of a different beauty from the valley of misery,

reflecting in my heart and evoking memory?

Is it a sound, a dream vision,

That suddenly fills my eye and heart

In incomprehensibly burning pain,

That brings me to tears? I do not know.

What I long for, the sense of what directs me,

Is not within me: Tell me how do I acquire it?

To me it reveals only another's grace and love;

I have been their captive since I first saw you.

I am driven by a yes and a no, a sweet and a bitter -

That, mistress

, is the doing of your eyes.