St. Ephrem The Syrian
of Nisibis (306/373)
Turn me into your teaching
Because I tried to dissuade me
And I saw that I impoverish,
For the soul is rich in
trade with you.
Glory to your meditation!
Always, when I meditated upon you
I received you treasure
And where I've looked
A source cast thee
And I drew as I could.
Glory to your source!
It is hidden, O my Lord! Your source
Who does not thirst for you, And
empty room, your treasure,
Who hates you:
Charity is the treasurer.
Of your heavenly treasure.
When I walk away from your company,
Your beauty excites my desire, And when I accompany
your Majesty,
me Your glory filled with fear:
What I walk away or I approach, I am the
defeated anyway.
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I meditated, and talked of you ,
Not that I have understood;
Then I fell and I fell silent again,
Not that I lost you.
I lost myself in you,
and I was speechless:
Glory to you, To be hidden. "
(Hymn of Faith 32, 1-6)
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