***
I
still remain there where sin pullulates,
where
tense and frantic underlings,
chasing
after their own interests,
crush
us—and Thy great mercy
pours
down, an immense relief.
And
so, I wish, in consequence,
to
arrange the braid of the one
who
speaks to me and weeps,
who
recommends herself as a slave
of
the water. The one who shakes
your
being within my soul
pours
out the light of the Great One
in
secret, from the origins.
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