Late, late have I loved you, O Beauty so ancient so new! 

Late, late have I loved you! 

Behold, you were within me but I sought you outside, 

And I fell upon those lovely things you made. 

I was kept from you by creatures 

That would never exist but for you, Lord, but for you! 

My deafness you broke open when you called me and cried 

And you chased away my blindness with your light; 

You poured on me your fragrance 

So you entered my breath, till at last I pined for you! 

So now it is for you, Lord that I hunger and thirst, 

Just the consequence of having tasted you. 

You touched me with the fire 

Of your love till I burnt just for you, Lord, just for you.