1. O my just and upright beloved, though the days
Have not been just to me, yet his justice lasts forever.

2. For love of him I've borne much blame,
Though little of his favor on me falls.

3. Why should my passion now grow cold
When once toward me his passion rolled?

4. With none but him is my heart engaged.
From others to him my thoughts have turned.

5. For him my madness and my sober sense,
For he's the branch to which my roots adhere.

6. With whom then shall I busy my heart
When he's my every part's completeness?

7. By his beauty others learned of him,
But he to me's the proof that proves.

8. A glint in his eye showed me worlds,
So I see but a line, and lines take shape.

9. Not what I saw is he, but rather light
Beyond all telling, awe, and sense.