The Spiritual Canticle (fragment)
Songs
between the soul and the Bridegroom
Bride
Where
have you hidden, Beloved, and left me moaning? You fled like the stag
after wounding me; I went out calling you, but you were gone.
Shepherds,
you who go up through the sheepfolds to the hill, if by chance you
see him I love most, tell him I am sick, I suffer, and I die.
Seeking
my love I will head for the mountains and for watersides; I will not
gather flowers, nor fear wild beasts; I will go beyond strong men and
frontiers.
Saint
John of the Cross
