I am your mother, loving and holy.
Come and suckle from my breasts
until you are no more thirsty.
From these consoling breasts
you can always savour with delight.
Mine are glorious breasts.
You are my beloved one,
my child born in intimate love.
To whom shall I offer my breasts
if not for you always and evermore.
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From my mother flows peace
like a river and like a stream in torrents.
On her breast alone shall I sleep.
Like the nursing infant
I will be fondled in her lap.
– – –
Like a son comforted by his mother
shall I comfort you.
Like a daughter of her heart
I will caress you in love.
– – –
At my sight your heart will rejoice.
Your bones will flourish like the grass.
….
Reveal to me O my mother
Reveal yourself to me
when I kneel in prayer before you.
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