The heart is your home, not mine, so live in it*** I do not remember anything you remember.

My remembrance to myself is a veil. Your remembrance of me *** is the pleasure that fills me with goodness.

If I remember you, it is as if your remembrance is for us *** then you are not remembering anything. We remember him

Hebron is in the back of the house his abode*** for the sake of a heart that you still live in

If it had been settled in it, you would have followed it *** and not inhabited it, so you cannot live in it.

So praise be to God, a praise that cannot be uttered. With it *** except what is in my heart that depicts it