Return, return, sweet madness!
Return O Selfless joy.
Thou art the fragrance of my heart's rose-petals.
Thou art the life of my Spirit.
Hearken O hear! Sweet madness speaks
And tells of the Secret of Love,-
Of love of heart and not of flesh,-
Of Fire and not of Smoke.
Sweet love of Lord is secret dear
With men of heart and angelic Peace.
No worldly care can rob their hearts,
No flesh, no blood, no face may dare.
But, what is it which keeps the heart
Benumbed and lifeless near?
And then the heart pulsates with Life*
And soars to heavenly heights.
Haven't thou seen that every night
The bride apparel in gold and light
Smiles and sighs, and sighs and smiles
To lure attention of the Bridegroom?
Ablute thy form at fountain pure,
And wash thy heart with care Divine.
And dress thy soul with peace and light,
And learn to play the Bride.
The Friend may chose to look at thee.
Yet He may not so chose.
The choice is His , and thou -
With all thy piety, art humble suppliant of His Love.