In spite of receiving so many visits and favours from the Beloved, I could not convince myself that I was pleasing to her. Now and again, a pure light shining upon and within my soul, revealed to me my wretchedness and unworthiness, the enormous burden of my misery weighed down my poor heart. Thus oppressed I exclaimed: “Oh, that there was nothing in me which is displeasing to you! When shall I be able to say to you in truth: I am pleasing to you; I am just as you desire and want? How great would be my satisfaction if I could be sure that I am pleasing to you!
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