Why do you humuliate me like a slave girl,
who cannot run from her master?
I am a man of God, and should be honored as such,
And yet you drag me through the shame of the world.
Lord, wed me to yourself and let me see your face,
But do not let me be disgraced.
Tear not the veil too quickly when I turn to you,
Lest I blush in your splendid glory.
And yet, my heart pounds and my mind races rapturously
when you capture me
in your strong arm.
I want to be held,
only loose enough that I might wriggle free.
Take me not away too quickly,
draw me near to you and come quickly.
But let me hold my dignity …
Oh, I have nothing of my own, I’d trade it all to be with you again,
Do not leave me yet,
hold me fast, lest I must fast, and be torn deep within.