Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt – marvelous error! — That a spring was breaking out in my heart.

I said: Along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to me, Water of a new life That I have never drunk?

Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt – marvelous error! – that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt – marvelous error! – that a fiery sun was giving light inside my heart. It was fiery because I felt warmth as a hearth, and sun because it gave light and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night, as I slept, I dreamt – marvelous error! – that it was God I had here inside my heart?

(Translation by Robert Bly)