Like Heavy Weight
Like heavy weight upon a tender scale so presses the dream of you upon my heart. Every parting day marks my door afresh with blood and with every morning ray dies the first-born of my desire, and slaves go quite freely about my soul's splendid hall .
Yet I do not beg the pain: " stay away! " It is my father, I — it's child. 'Tis but a little punishment I endure — love is a great sin .
I often pondered good and evil, yet good is evil and evil good; who knows if not at God's behest God's sacrosanct is defiled. O heart, by Heaven's mercy broken, perhaps it is quite to the good when silently comes the severe pain and wounds you with its rod .
O pain, who says to thee: " Go, omit " — ? Thou art my father, I thy child. 'Tis but a little punishment I suffer — love is a great sin .
The hour when I remain with thee alone, thou woeful heart and full of wounds, she sits and engraves upon a tombstone, o woeful heart and full of wounds. And every day a letter is added, till I read the inscription word by word: O heart, this is a graveyard, and upon thy hope the grass is growing.
Yet bid not the pain: " stay away! " It is your father, you — its child. Accept the punishment, my heart, and endure it — love is a great sin.
The road of woe is passing through me, o soul, soul, be unafraid. O God, Thou seest my soul! See, it kisses the dust upon Thy road — — I sink as does a scale filled with unspent treasures; the hand of God bends down my head, and my tear falls into His hand.
O pain, I beg thee not: " Desist! " Thou art my father, I thy child. 'Tis but a little punishment I endure — love is a great sin.
Yet I do not beg the pain: " stay away! " It is my father, I — it's child. 'Tis but a little punishment I endure — love is a great sin .
I often pondered good and evil, yet good is evil and evil good; who knows if not at God's behest God's sacrosanct is defiled. O heart, by Heaven's mercy broken, perhaps it is quite to the good when silently comes the severe pain and wounds you with its rod .
O pain, who says to thee: " Go, omit " — ? Thou art my father, I thy child. 'Tis but a little punishment I suffer — love is a great sin .
The hour when I remain with thee alone, thou woeful heart and full of wounds, she sits and engraves upon a tombstone, o woeful heart and full of wounds. And every day a letter is added, till I read the inscription word by word: O heart, this is a graveyard, and upon thy hope the grass is growing.
Yet bid not the pain: " stay away! " It is your father, you — its child. Accept the punishment, my heart, and endure it — love is a great sin.
The road of woe is passing through me, o soul, soul, be unafraid. O God, Thou seest my soul! See, it kisses the dust upon Thy road — — I sink as does a scale filled with unspent treasures; the hand of God bends down my head, and my tear falls into His hand.
O pain, I beg thee not: " Desist! " Thou art my father, I thy child. 'Tis but a little punishment I endure — love is a great sin.
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