She is the brightness and the true light that in this dark
world leads and directs me. The heart within my
sorrowful breast fears and loves you so sorely that you
are truly the mistress of my mind, and I am nothing.
My word, my work is knit so to your service that, just
as a harp obeys the hand and makes it sound according
to its fingering, so too can you out of my heart bring
such voice, just as you wish, to laugh or lament. Be my
guide and sovereign lady! As to my earthly god I call
to you as well, both in this work and in all my sorrows.
(84-96F)