Amor Mysticus. Translations. From The Spanish Of Sor Marcela De Carpio.

Let them say to my Lover         That here I lie!     The thing of His pleasure,         His slave am I.     Say that I seek Him         Only for love,     And welcome are tortures         My passion to prove.     Love giving gifts         Is suspicious and cold;     I have all, my Beloved,         When Thee I hold.     Hope and devotion         The good may gain;     I am but worthy         Of passion and pain.     So noble a Lord         None serves in vain,     For the pay of my love         Is my love's sweet pain.     I love Thee, to love Thee, -         No more I desire;     By faith is nourished         My love's strong fire.     I kiss Thy hands         When I feel their blows;     In the place of caresses         Thou givest me woes.     But in Thy chastising         Is joy and peace.     O Master and Love,         Let Thy blows not cease.     Thy beauty, Beloved,         With scorn is rife,     But I know that Thou lovest me,         Better than life.     And because thou lovest me,         Lover of mine,     Death can but make me         Utterly Thine.     I die with longing         Thy face to see;     Oh! sweet is the anguish         Of death to me!