If the sword of your anger puts me to death,
my soul will find comfort in it.
if you impose the cup of poison upon me,
my spirit will drink the cup.
When on the day of Resurrection
I rise from the dust of my tomb,
the perfume of your love
will still impregnate the garment of my soul.
For even though you refused me your love,
you have given me a vision of You
which has been the confidant of my hidden secrets.