Mechthild of Magdeburg
translated by: Jane Hirshfield
In the desert, Turn towards emptiness, Fleeing the self. Stand alone, Ask no-one's help, And your being will quiet Free from the bondage of things. Those who cling to the world, Endeavour to free them; Those who are free, praise. Care for the sick, But live alone, Happy to drink from the waters of sorrow, To kindle Love's fire With the twigs of a simple life.