So

I turned around crying:

Where is my life?

God, what have you done with me, so that I can sweep with my soul your nature of things?

Why did you allow me to see the arbor, God?

And, in general, why did you un-root me, building me feet with wide soles?

Why did you curse me to hunger and thirst?

Why have you betrothed me, God, making me yearn for the woman I love?

Come, God, and die for once, as well

so I can be certain that I\'ll perish in peace,

unbetrothed, and filled with longing, in my longing filled soul.