I'm ready to do anything,
I'm ready to take any step,
Just to be able to be,
At Your servant's emplace;
I'm ready to be Your small doll,
With whom You can always play;
I'm ready to be burnt,
Beneath the scorching heat,
And I'm ready to melt,
Under Your divine kindness;
I desire to go only Your way,
Practically everyday;
I'm ready to be just a particle,
In Your entire play of transcendence;
I want to be forever lost,
In Your naughty tales;
I want to be forever lost,
In Your remembrance;
I'm waiting for that day,
When I'll cry and roll on the ground,
Only to hanker,
Only to wait,
To see feel Your enchanting powerful embrace;
Surrounded by lonely air,
I'm waiting for Your grace;
Closing my searching eyes,
I'm waiting to see Your beautiful face;
Sighing heavily,
I'm waiting to be under Your loving gaze;
Oh Your long arms,
I'm waiting for them to be my dress;
I await the arrival,
Of Your enchanting powerful embrace.