E Se

The fig tree does not blossom
There is no fruit on the vine
The olive tree's yield deceives

Rivers, fields do not produce
The pen is empty
The sheepfold is deserted

All this happening and the prophet still rejoices in God

But what if it were with me
What do I live for
Where is my joy?

And if pain is my fate
Would I still rhyme
Sing happily the melody?

And if I lost everything would I still rejoice in God?

I want to be, not to have
I want to believe, not to see

May my joy be only to remember You, my God!
To live and only live for You
To die eager to see You
It's my prayer
That's how I wanted to be