You arouse us so that praising you may bring us joy,
because you have made us
and drawn us to yourself,
and our hearts are restless
until they rest in you
Late have I loved you,
O beauty ancient, ever new!
Late have I loved you!
For behold, you were within; and I without
And without I sought you,
and deformed I ran after these forms of beauty you have made.
You were with me and I was not with you.
Those things held me back from you,
Things whose only being was to be in you.
You called; you cried; and you broke through my deafness.
You flashed, you shone, and you chased away my blindness.
You became fragrant; and I inhaled and sighed for you.
I tasted and now hunger for you.
You touched me and I burned for your peace.