O melancholy, sweet and bitter friend,
why have you returned again?
Speak, speak again, O dear friend...
What does it take for love's quiver
to be taken again from me?
What does it take for love's sad state to be neutralized again?
I have no need of love's arrows; they have hit their mark.
I have been hit in the heart.
Love's sad state is a blessing and a curse, but this way isn't meant to be.
Its purpose and goal must center itself on the Sacrifice.
It must be Love that it always sees.
O melancholy, sweet and bitter friend,
show me the Christ child... and your sweet and bitter end.
