A Sarça Se Queima

From afar I see a burning fire
From afar I see a clear light
I approach, and in ecstasy, my eyes behold

I take off my sandals, for the place I stand is holy
I take off my sandals

And the bush burns but is not consumed
The bush burns but is not consumed

It is the voice of my Beloved, it is the voice of my Beloved
It is the voice of my Beloved, burning with passion