The emotion that lies at the heart,
not shown in gestures and words,
cannot be measured or felt,
but for myself.
The tears of sadness and despair,
even those of rejoicing and pleasure,
salty and hot ones,
have leavened the soil where I live,
bringing forth flowers, fruits, children.
Have nourished and ennobled my spirit,
paying the toll I owe to the lord of the fief.
I am sure they are leading me to Canaan,
the promised land where evil finds no shelter
and milk and honey flow abundantly.
Where the woman I desire is waiting for me,
at the door of my house, longing and needy,
wife and lover.