What would I have carried If You had seized the disloyal beats Of my ungrateful heart? What If You had stopped the breaths Inhaled which the heights Awing the beauty of world, Yet neglected Your commands!
Oh! What it brought all along Save the wavering faith, Which at every fall and pain Cursed the fate; Your tests I questioned, Never looking at the blessings Unasked which You bestowed; Now pardon my all doings, When I long for Your domains.
I am flawed but a lover Can I be called so? When imperfections are all I am made of, I have no deed of goodness, How shall I not fear to die And to stand before you? Surely you will forgive But how shall I claim then That I am a lover of Yours?