My soul is a candle that burned away the veil;
only the glorious duties of light I now have.

The sufferings I knew initiated me into God.
I am a holy confessor for men.

When I see their tears running across their cheeks and falling into His hands,
what can I say to their great sorrow that I too have known.

The soul is a candle that will burn away the darkness, only the glorious duties of love we will have.

The sufferings I knew initiated me into God.
Only His glorious cares I now have.

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