Thou hast won my heart a thousand times over;
Thou comest veiled under many and varied guises,
and in every guise Thou art unique.
Who is not attracted by the splendor
Thou hast so skillfully produced on the face of the earth?
In this beauty fair Thou shinest, adorned in myriad garbs.
Thine own is all the beauty,
and Thou shinest and yet are not Thyself attracted by it.
Thou in this stage of life actest as friend and foe, and
Thou alone seest the play performed so wonderfully.
I sought Thee so long, my Beloved, and
Now I have found Thee at last,
O Winner of my heart, and
In finding Thee I have lost myself.