Born of the limitless love
flooding from them both,
the Father sang words
of celebration to the Son,
Words of such sweet delight
none can truly know.
In his solitude the Son rejoiced,
whispered as they were for him alone.
Here, though, is the sum
of what in secret was said:
—“Nothing, my Son, satisfies me,
save your company.”
“When a thing is sweet,
through you alone do I taste it.
The more of you I savor,
the more do I smile.”
“What is unlike you,
is flavorless to me.
You alone are my joy,
life of my life!”
“You are the fire of my fire,
my knowing.
You are the form of my substance.
In you am I well pleased.”
“Whoever gives his love to you, my Son,
to him I give myself.
Him I fill
with the love I feel for you
just for making you beloved,
my Beloved.”