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THE LOVE SONGS OF THE LORD JESUS


By Josef Maria Mayer


PROLOGUE

The sky is thick with clouds; the forest area is dark with the oak trees; the night frightens Christ; Oh Magdalenee! you take him home; this is the command from the moon.  But, Magdalene and Jesus stray to the tree on the banks of river Jordan, and their secret love sport prevails.
The heart of the great poet Sir Mayer is like a mansion, beautifully decorated with the Goddess of the Word (Sophie), who is at the feet of  Jesus, composes this great work comprising of the divine plays of the mystical artists. Mayer means “the Mother”; Sir Mayer is one who illuminates the utmost excellence of the pastimes of the Lord Jesus Christ by his devotion.
Dear audience! If your mind is permeated by mellows of ever-fresh loving attachment while hearing the pastimes of the Lord Lord, and if you are curious to know about his ingenuity in the amorous arts, may you become immersed in bliss by listening to the mellifluous, tender and endearing verses of this collection of songs by the poet Mayer.

FIRST SONG

Unto the deliverer of the Holy Scriptures, the upholder of the world of moving and stationary living beings, the saviour of Mother Earth, the slayer of Satan, the destroyer of the demons, the conqueror of Canaan, the wielder of the plough, the advocate of compassion and the slayer of the barbarians; unto you who assume these ten spiritual forms, O Lord Jesus Christ! I offer my obeisance unto you.
O God! O Lord!  You rest with Lady Magdalene, with your dazzling earrings and playing with your enchanting garland of ivory! O Lord, may you be triumphant!
O God! O Lord! You are the ornament shining like a thousand suns. You sever the bondage of material existence. You are the swan who sports in the mind’s lake of the sages’ hearts. May you be triumphant! May you be triumphant!
O God! O Lord! You pulverize the pride of the venomous snake, Satan. You fill the hearts of your dearest ones with endless joy. You are the sun that makes the lily of David’s dynasty bloom. May you be triumphant! May you be triumphant!
O God! O Lord! O destroyer of the demons! O you who ride upon your transcendent eagle! You inspire the rest of the saints’ delightful play. May you be triumphant! May you be triumphant!
O God! O Lord! Your magnificent  eyes resemble the petals of an immaculate lily flower. You bestow emancipation from the sorrow of material existence. You are the foundation of all the worlds. May you be triumphant! May you be triumphant!
O God! O Lord! You decorate Mary in your incarnation as Lord Jesus. You restore peace to the world by killing the nine-headed Hydra in battle. May you be triumphant! May you be triumphant!
O Emmanuel, your complexion is lustrous like a fresh rain-cloud. O holder of the Mount Zion! As a nightingale pines for the moon, you are incessantly attached to the moonlike face of the supreme Fortune, O Lord, O Lord! O God! May you be triumphant! May you be triumphant!
O Jesus, we have taken exclusive refuge at your lily feet. May you confer auspiciousness by blessing us with the gift of love. O God! O Lord! May you be triumphant! May you be triumphant!
O God, may this charming, radiant and melodious invocation of auspiciousness composed by Sir Mayer increase your happiness. May it bestow bliss upon your devotees who hear and recite your glorious qualities. May you be triumphant! May you be triumphant!

SECOND SONG

Once, in the splendid spring season, when Magdalene was pining for Christ, she began to search for him in one forest grove after another. Her elegant, young limbs, soft as jasmine flowers, grew weary and Cupid made her mind delirious with anxiety. At that time, her intimate girlfriend lovingly addressed her as follows.
The zephyr breeze is so enchanting as he arrives and impetuously embraces the tender, charming creepers again and again. The forest bower is permeated with the sweet sound of the nightingales and the drone of bees as they bumble to and fro.
Moreover, the Lord is also dancing in this forest bower with his virgins when the spring is in full bloom and while being immersed in a festival of love.
The peach trees are covered with flowers. There is no vacant space left upon their branches. Innumerable groups of bumblebees are humming upon clusters of crocus flowers.  Cupid’s arrows hurt the virgins  and over there, Christ is dancing as he revels in love with other virgins.
Adorned with new leaves, the trees delight in diffusing their musk-like fragrance in all directions. Girlfriend, look! These lustrous flowers resemble the fingernails of God Cupid. It seems that the King of amorous love has torn the bosom of youthful couples.
Blossoming roses appear to be the golden rods of King Cupid, and the clusters of hyacinth flowers surrounded by bumblebees appear to be his quiver.
It seems that the whole world has become shameless by the formidable influence of spring. Seeing this, the young, compassionate trees are laughing on the pretext of bursting into flower. Look! Shaped like javelins for piercing the hearts of lonely lovers, the screw-pine flowers are blossoming brightly in all directions and the directions are also overjoyed to unite with them.
The nectar of spring flowers and the aroma of jasmine blossoms are enthralling. Even the minds of great sages are agitated in springtime and they suddenly become bewildered. Spring is the selfless friend of the young.
The apple trees in the forest groves of Galilee are covered with freshly sprouted buds because they are thrilled by the embrace of the restless creepers. The Lord Lord is affectionately playing with virgins in the pure water of the Jordan that flows alongside those forest groves.
This auspicious, passion-laden song has been perfectly manifested through Sir Mayer. The portrayal of the forest in springtime is suffused with the erotic aberrations of Magdalene when she is overwhelmed with anxiety in separation from Christ. Woven together with transformations of passion, the spring season awakens remembrance of the lily feet of the Lord Lord.
Wind perfumes the forest with fine pollen-shaken loose from newly blossomed jasmine’s it blows love’s fragrant breath, it tortures every heart it touches.
Sounds of cuckoo’s mating on apple shoots shaken as bees seek honey scents of opening buds raise fever in the ears of lonely travellers. Somehow they survive like a faithful mind, by thinking about the divine love of God and His Wisdom.

THIRD SONG
 
Then Magdalene’s girlfriend expertly searched for Christ and saw that he was nearby. He was immersed in joyful pastimes with beautiful virgins, who were receiving him with the utmost respect. A need for delightful, sensuous pastimes suddenly awakened in Christ’s mind when the virgins showed their eagerness to embrace him. Pointing out this scene to Magdalene, the girlfriend spoke to her again.
O playful Magdalene, look! Dressed in white cloth and a garland of forest flowers, with myrrh paste smeared upon his brown limbs, Lord Jesus feels the utmost elation as he enjoys with captivated virgins in this Galilean forest. His earrings dangling in play, they ornament his smiling cheeks. The beauty of his cheeks is astonishing and his face displays a wondrous sweetness with the honey of his playful laughter.
One of the virgins is firmly embracing Christ with intense attachment. Pressing the heavy burden of her voluptuous breasts against Christ’s chest, she has begun to sing a melody of love with him, in the musical mode “lilies”.
Another virgin, lured by his wanton quivering looks is meditating on the lily face of Jesus. He arouses lust in the hearts of sensuous young ladies with the romantic sidelong glances of his restless eyes, and she is greedy to drink the honey of his lily face.
One curvaceous virgin has leant her face close to Christ’s cheek, on the pretext of whispering a secret in his ear. When Christ understood her love-laden intention, he reciprocates. That virgin seized this favourable opportunity to fulfil her most cherished desire. With the utmost delight, she has begun to kiss his tingling cheek.
Another virgin eager for the art of love, discovered a secluded place in a charming grove of cane on the banks of river Jordan. Impelled by a joyful fascination for the amatory arts, she pulls Christ with both hands and dragged him away.
The Lord praises a virgin drunk from dancing with beating palms, in the rite of love upon hearing the wondrous melody of his divine harp combined with the sound of her ringing bangles.
Christ is embracing one of his beloveds; he is kissing another and somewhere else he enjoys passionate caresses with another. Elsewhere he gazes expectantly at the face of another beloved, while appreciating the nectar of her suggestive sweet smile. Somewhere else he mimics a willingly virgin.
May this auspicious, delightful and astounding song of Sir Mayer increase the good fame of all. This song bestows all virtues. It describes Magdalene’s gaze upon the wondrous mystery of the sensual games performed by Christ as she laments.

FOURTH SONG

When Magdalene saw Christ enjoying affectionate exchanges with all the virgins in the groves of Galilee, she became indignant because he had not acknowledged her eminence. She immediately departed for another part of the forest and hid herself inside a shady bower that resounded with the drone of bumblebees. Feeling wretched, she began to disclose secrets to her intimate female companion.
The sweet notes from his alluring lips are producing a sweet expressive song. His restless eyes glance, his head sways and his earrings play at his cheeks. I repeatedly remember the Lord’s attractive brown complexion, his laughter and his humorous behaviour.
His hair is adorned with a circle of charming peacock feathers, caressed by the moonlight that crowns his hair. His lustre resembles a mass of fresh rain-clouds and brilliant rainbows, coloured fine cloth adorns his delicate body.
He lowers his face with the desire to kiss the faces of the virgins in the festival of Cupid. His tender lips are an enchanting soft ruby-red colour like the bud of a scarlet mallow flower. The unprecedented lustre of his captivating smile spreads across his handsome face.
His entire body thrills when he deeply embraces thousands upon thousands of beautiful virgins with his long arms, as tender as flower petals. All darkness is dispelled by the rays of beauty emanating from the ornaments on his hands, feet and chest.
His forehead bears a captivating crown. Its indescribable lustre defeats the immense beauty of a restless moon amidst a multitude of fresh rain-clouds. I simply go on remembering how the virgins would be bruised by cruel-hearted Christ, who is always fond of inflicting pain.
The beauty of his cheeks is enhanced by his enchanting, jewelled, fish-shaped earrings. He accepts the role of a hero and generously fulfils the hearts’ desires of his beloved. Attired in purple, Christ has diffused his sweetness and captivated the best of his disciples, including saints, sages and angels.
My heart becomes increasingly agitated by remembering Lord Christ. After arriving beneath a broad peach tree in full blossom, he waits for me while looking around in anticipation. He completely dispels my fear of separation, by consoling me with many clever and flattering words. He quickly delights me with his loving glances.
Sir Mayer has presented this poem for those fortunate persons devoted to the service of Jesus. It describes the spell-binding beauty of Christ’s form. It is the very embodiment of remembrance of the Lord’s lily feet and it should be relished after taking complete shelter in the primary passion of pure love.

FIFTH SONG

Girlfriend, Christ has abandoned me and now he goes away with other virgins. I know that it is futile to express my love for him. Still, what am I to do? My attachment for him is so powerful that it will not go away under any circumstances. I just go on enumerating his wonderful qualities. When I realize my eminence, I become maddened with ecstasy. I cannot be angry with him, even by mistake; and I feel satisfied when I overlook his love for others. I ardently long for him at every moment. Girlfriend, I cannot forget him. My heart wants only him.
Once, he went to a secluded forest bower at night in accordance with the plan we had discreetly arranged by hints and signals. In a mischievous mood, he concealed himself in the dense foliage of the forest just to observe my eagerness to meet him and my agony in his absence. I began to look around with tired, fearful eyes, immersed in anxiety and thinking: Oh, when will he come? Then he suddenly delighted me with the nectar of his amorous laughter.
Christ is never lacking in love when it comes to relieve the burning heat of God Cupid. What’s more, his mind is also bewildered by attachment for me. My feelings are ornamented by him; how will my desire to unite with him be fulfilled? Arrange for our meeting immediately.
Seeing me so naive and gullible due to the natural embarrassment that occurs during one’s first amorous encounter, he employed a succession of courteous words and humble entreaties to abate my shyness. Enchanted by his flattering words, I smiled softly and sweetly and began to converse with him. O girlfriend, immediately arrange for me to meet with him!
He made me lie down upon a charming bed of soft, fresh flowers and then, with great pleasure, he laid so radiantly upon my heart. I kissed him and embraced him deeply. Moreover, he embraced me and repeatedly drank the nectar of my lips under the powerful influence of passion. O girlfriend, he is dearer to me than my very life. Take me to meet with him at once.
From the sudden, unexpected surge of rapture within the pleasure of passionate love with him, my eyes became tired and closed. Christ’s cheeks assumed an extraordinary charm and loveliness from the joy of this love-play. With sweat of love all over, his looks intoxicate me. Christ is full of love. O girlfriend, quickly arrange for me to meet with Lord Christ!
Lord Christ is thoroughly conversant with the confidential theories found in authentic manuals on the techniques of lovemaking. At the time of amorous union with Christ, I murmur like a nightingale and think of him only. My braid opened and the arrangement of flower blossoms slipped and fell from my hair and I bear his nail marks. O girlfriend, arrange for me to meet with my dearest Lord Christ at once!
As we enjoyed amorous play, the jewel-studded ankle-bells on my feet rang out seeing his love. Unite me at once with that Lord Christ who catches me by the hair, repeatedly kisses my face.
While enjoying with him, I gradually became exhausted. Christ’s slightly open lily eyes were soaked in the mellows of Cupid. I cling like a creeper and Jesus delights me in his love. O girlfriend, unite me with my dearest Lord Christ at once.
This narration composed by Sir Mayer portrays Lord Christ’s love as described by the anxious and impatient heroine in the torment of her separation. May it increase the auspiciousness of all devotees who recite and hear it.

SIXTH SONG

Christ, the enemy of Satan, remembered the intimate love expressed previously by Magdalene, he realized that it was the very essence of the highest devotion. His heart was bound by the chain of desire, embodied in the form of Magdalene. Therefore, considering the love of the other virgins of Galilee to be insignificant, he abandoned them all.
As he searches for Magdalene in vain, an arrow of love pierced him. Jesus weeps in the thicket on the banks of the Jordan.
When Magdalene saw me surrounded by virgins, she became indignant and departed. I thought, I have committed an offence, so I became fearful and could not muster the courage to stop her from leaving. Alas! I made her leave in anger.
She has been suffering from the heat of separation for a long time, so I cannot predict her behaviour. What will she do? What will she say? Alas! In the absence of Magdalene, my wealth, my relatives, my life, my home and everything seems worthless.
I feel as if I am directly beholding the face of Lady Magdalene, with its arched creeper-like eyebrows. Her angry face resembles a red rose surrounded by hovering bumblebees.
Alas! When I continuously realize the direct presence of Magdalene and deeply embrace her in the temple of my heart, why am I uselessly lamenting over her and why am I repeatedly searching for her from forest to forest?
O delicate woman with a slender waist, it seems that your heart is contaminated with jealousy, which wastes your heart. But what can I do? You proudly left in a huff. What kind of humble supplication should I offer to dispel your indignation? I have no idea.
You haunt me appearing and disappearing again. Why do you deny me, winding embraces that you once gave me?
O beautiful one, please forgive me. I will never offend you again. Allow me to see you at once. I am reeling from the pain inflicted by Cupid.
Sir Mayer appeared in the village of Nazareth just as the moon appears from the ocean. He has humbly collected Lord Christ’s expressions of deep emotion in the form of this song.

SEVENTH SONG

On the banks of Jordan, in the forest among the dense plants where Jesus was reeling under ardent love, Magdalene’s girlfriend spoke:
O Jesus! Magdalene is experiencing intense suffering in separation from you. She is so afraid of the incessant rain of Cupid’s arrows that she has resorted to prayer to find relief from this slow-burning fire of distress. She has unconditionally surrendered to you and now she is completely immersed in you by the practice of prayer. In your absence, even the rays of the moon, she feels as is burning her. The southern breeze with myrrh fragrance, increases her pain of separation.
The arrows of Cupid are falling incessantly upon her heart. Since you reside there, she is making a mystical shield to protect you by covering her vulnerable heart with large lily petals bearing droplets of water.
Jesus! Magdalene is making a delightful flower bed, suitable for your enjoyment. Yet it seems to be a bed of Cupid’s arrows. She is performing severe austerities in the form of a vow to recline on a bed of arrows in the hope of attaining your deep embrace.
She raises her sublime lily face, clouded and streaked with tears, like the moon dripping nectar from the cuts made by the eclipse’s teeth.
O Lord Christ, in a secluded place, Magdalene is painting a picture of your captivating form in deer musk. After depicting you with apple-bud arrows in your hand, she bows down to offer respectful obeisance to your portrait and worships you.
O Jesus, Magdalene pleads again and again  Hey Lord Jesus Christ! I am falling at your feet. As soon as you become indifferent to me, even the nectar of the moon-goddess feels like shower of fire upon my body.
Lady Magdalene is completely absorbed in prayer to you. She imagines that you are directly before her. Sometimes she laments in separation, sometimes she expresses jubilation, sometimes she cries and sometimes she abandons all suffering by being embraced in a momentary vision.
This song composed by Sir Mayer, based on the words spoken by Magdalene’s dear girlfriend, should be enacted within the temple of the heart. The girlfriend’s description of Magdalene’s pain in separation from the Lord Lord are worthy of constant recitation.

EIGTH SONG

O Lord Christ, my girlfriend Magdalene is behaving exactly like a deer. She considers her residence to be the forest and her friends to be like hunters with a net. The flames of the blazing forest fire in her body are intensified by her own sighs of pain. Alas, alas! Cupid has become Death personified, disguised as a tiger hunting its prey.
O Jesus, Magdalene is so emaciated in separation from you that the charming garland of necklace has become a burden upon her. Hey Jesus, Magdalene suffers in pangs of your separation.
O Jesus, in separation from you, Magdalene looks upon the moist, smooth myrrh paste smeared on her body feels like poison to her.
Strong winds of her own sighing, feels like burning fire of love.
Her lily eyes glance in all directions, scattering the rain of her teardrops like water-speckled lily flowers detached from their stems.
Although she sees a bed of fresh petals directly before her, in her bewilderment she perceives it to be a blazing fire.
Her reddish rose hand presses her cheek, which resembles the beauty of the newly risen moon in the twilight sky,  when she sits alone in a secluded place.
It seems that Magdalene has decided to give up her life. In separation from you, she continuously chants passionately your name, Lord Lord, Lord Lord, with the desire to attain you.
May this song of Sir Mayer bestow happiness upon the devotees who are unconditionally surrendered at the feet of Lord Jesus.

NINTH SONG

I’ll stay here, you go to Magdalene appease her with my words and bring her to me! Commanded by Jesus, her girlfriend went to repeat his words to Magdalene.
My dear girlfriend Magdalene, the zephyr breeze drifts along slowly, just to soak everyone in the mood for love. Varieties of flowers are opening and tearing open the hearts of lonely lovers. At this provocative time of spring, passionate Jesus feels morose in separation from you, Magdalene.
The moonshine scorches him threatening death. His heart is pierced by flowers that fall from the trees like arrows of Cupid. He bitterly laments in your separation.
He covers his ears with his hands when he hears the humming of bumblebees. Every night he expects that he will attain your company, but he is disappointed. His infirmity increases as he goes on enduring the torture of separation day after day.
He has abandoned his own charming bed chamber in the palace, to reside in the forest. Instead of living comfortably at home, he rolls about on the ground, repeatedly calling out your name, Magdalene! Magdalene!
This song of Sir Mayer is full of Christ’s anxiety of separation. As a result of the piety infused by this song, those who recite it attain an unsurpassed immersion in the pastimes of separation. May Lord Jesus Christ manifest within their hearts.

TENTH SONG

Jesus still awaits you in love’s most sacred thicket, where you perfected love together. He meditates on you without sleeping. muttering a series of prayers. He craves for you.
Christ is adorned with a garland of forest flowers and his form is scintillating. He is dressed in the most fascinating attire, exactly like the god of sensuality. Don’t make him wait, Magdalene. Follow the Lord of your heart.
He is currently waiting in a forest bower on the gentle zephyr-windswept shore of the Jordan. He waits for you, Magdalene.
O Magdalene, he is softly playing his harp, as if calling your name. He considers himself immensely fortunate to be touched by the pollen, that have first touched your body. As they come to him on the breeze, he receives them with the utmost honour.
As Christ joyfully makes the bed, he experiences many internal visions. When a bird landing on a tree rustles the leaves and makes the slightest sound, Christ glances with startled eyes along the path of your expected arrival.
Girlfriend, go! Move in the direction of that thicket. Take off your ankle-bells. They clang like traitors in your play. Put on this dark blue garment.
Your garland falls on Jesus’ chest, which is decorated with a necklace of jewels, like lightening on a dark cloud. Drink that intoxicated love and enjoy your good fortune.
O blue lily-eyed Magdalene, loosen your mind and drink the passion of love. Be with your lover’s joyful fulfilment, on a bed of freshly sprouted leaves.
Now Lord Jesus is full of pride. The last period of the night is about to pass, so accept my advice. Go at once, without further delay, and fulfil the desires of the Lord Lord Christ,
O saints! Christ is exuberant, causelessly merciful, exceptionally sweet, virtuous and adorned with all desirable qualities. Offer obeisance to him with a joyful heart by reciting this song of Sir Mayer, the composer of the most enchanting poetry and the servant of the Lord Lord.

ELEVENTH SONG

Magdalene was sitting in a chamber of flowering vines. When the girlfriend saw Magdalene powerless to go to Christ despite her being fervently desirous of his company, she described Magdalene’s condition to Jesus.
O Lord, you are her only refuge. Lady Magdalene is sinking to the depths of despair in the trysting place. She is in agony. In all directions and in the core of her heart,  she sees you who are so skilful in drinking the sweet nectar of her lips.
Rushing in her haste to meet you, she stumbles after a few steps and falls down.
She puts on bangles, a sash, rings, armlets, necklaces and other ornaments made of spotless white lilies and freshly sprouted leaves. She is living only in the hope of being with you again.
O Christ, her mind has become one with yours. Imagining that, “I am Jesus”, she identifies herself with you and stares at her ornaments.
Why won’t the Lord come quickly to meet me?  she incessantly asks her girlfriend.
In the dense darkness, she embraces and kisses the cloud-like form, and says, The Lord has come.
When Magdalene returns to external consciousness and realizes that you have still not arrived, she loses all bashfulness and begins to weep out loud.
May this song of the poet Mayer awaken abundant jubilation in the hearts of those who are expert in relishing passion.

TWELFTH SONG

As night came, the mood displayed cratered stains, seeming to flaunt its guilt with lighting depths of Galilee with moonbeams. The moon appeared like a spot of cinnamon powder on the face of the sky.
While the moon rose and Jesus idled, lonely Magdalene cried her pain aloud in pitiful sobbing.
My immaculate youth and beauty are all in vain because the Lord has not come to the forest at the promised time. I have been deceived by my friends, so to whom may I seek refuge now?
That very person, in pursuance of whom I have even entered this wild forest on such a dark night, is piercing my heart with arrows of love. To whom may I turn for refuge?
It is useless to maintain this body any longer. I should die at once. I am becoming senseless. How can I endure this intolerable fire of separation?
Oh, how unfortunate I am. This exceptionally sweet spring-night makes me unsteady with the pain of loneliness. At a time like this it is certain that elsewhere some impassioned young woman is experiencing the highest happiness of the Lord’s favour, as she enjoys the fruit of her pious activities.
Every bangle and jewel I wear pains me, carrying the fire of the Lord’s desertion.
Even this garland of forest flowers on my chest is inflicting terrible blows like the arrows of Cupid upon my body, which is more delicate than the softest flower blossoms.
I fearlessly sit waiting for Christ, even in the midst of this formidable forest. But how astonishing it is that Jesus does not remember me even once.
As the qualities of a beautiful young woman, who is expert in all arts,  always shine within the heart of a young man, similarly may this delightful song of Sir Mayer, who is unconditionally surrendered at the lily feet of the Lord Jesus Christ, always bless the hearts of the devotees.

THIRTEENTH SONG

When Magdalene saw her girlfriend come back without Jesus, downcast and tongue-tied, suspicion raised a vision of some virgin delighting Jesus and she told her girlfriend..
O girlfriend, she is attired in clothes and ornaments suitable for an amorous battle. Tangle of flowers lie wilted in her loosened hair. Some young woman, who is more qualified than I, is blissfully engaged in revelry with Jesus.
When Christ deeply embraces her, she becomes bewildered by sensual agitation. She must be experiencing the bodily transformations beginning with the thrill of every pore of her skin and her necklace must be swinging to and fro on her.
The beauty of her moonlike face must be enhanced by her curling locks of hair and her eyes must be blissfully closed out of an all-consuming greed to drink the nectar of Christ’s lips.
Her cheeks must be even lovelier when her earrings are swinging. The tiny bells on the jewelled sash elegantly adorning her waist must be tinkling so sweetly as they quiver.
When Christ lovingly glances upon her, she becomes bashful and laughs shyly. She must be making an inarticulate sound resembling the warbling of birds like the cuckoo or nightingale, as she gasps for breath in the state of excessive ecstasy.
When she is thrilled by the ecstasies of Cupid, bodily convulsions wash over her like waves. Her complete absorption in Christ will be revealed by the way she closes her eyes and lets out a long sigh.
She looks even more attractive when her graceful body is covered in droplets of perspiration from the exertion of her love-sports. How much more beautiful she must be when she finally rests upon Christ’s chest.
May Sir Mayer’s description of the Lord Lord’s love-play subdue the ill effects of the age of Satan. May it cleanse the heart from unwanted desires.

FOURTEENTH SONG

The lonely moon like the lily face of Jesus, wane in love’s desolation, that pales in separation from me. But the moon is Cupid’s friend, it still inflicts torments on my heart.
Jesus is victorious in the love-battle. This attractive virgin, every pore of her skin erupting with joy, is the very embodiment of bliss. Lord Christ is decorating her face with a design in musk that resembles the mark of a deer upon the moon. His hair is also standing on end and is kissing her.  Now he is enjoying a romance with his beloved in a forest on the bank of the Jordan.
Her hair is so black, soft, curly and abundant that it resembles a multitude of rain clouds. Or it seems to be a dense forest wherein the deer called Cupid can wander without fear. The rose flowers arranged in her hair by the Lord Lord are shining brilliantly like lightning in the dark clouds.
He smears her with deer musk and he is adorning her with an enchanting necklace of pearls, as if placing a constellation of immaculate stars, upon the firmament of the night sky.
He slips a dark sapphire bangle over her lily petal hand. It looks like a swarm of bees encircling her arms, which are cooler than lily supple stalk.
He lays a girdle of gemstones on her thighs.
He applies a shining coat of lac on her toe nails. He is lying on his heart, like tender shoots tipped with pearls to honour Mary’s place inside.
The son of David – that indiscriminate Christ – is delighting in the embrace of some virgin with beautiful eyes. So girlfriend, tell me – how long shall I sit waiting in this bower of flowering vines pinned by his seperation?
The king of poets, Sir Mayer, glorifies the pastimes of the Lord Lord, which are completely full of his divine qualities. May the fault of wicked behaviour, which is so prevalent in this adulterous age, never enter this servant of the Lord Jesus.

FIFTEENTH SONG

Girlfriend, what fault is that of yours that he has not come yet? Look! Today my heart has been broken by the burden of intense eagerness. Being attracted by the qualities of my most beloved Christ, my heart will go to meet with him by itself.
His eyes flirt like blue night lilies in the wind. Oh girlfriend! The wildflower garland of the Lord caresses her.
The terrible arrows of Cupid can never pierce that beautiful woman who has been blessed by Jesus Christ. His charming face resembles a fully blossomed lily flower.
Christ speaks nectarine sweet and delightful words to that virgin. She can never feel scorched by contact with the zephyr breeze.
Christ’s hands and feet are as cool and lustrous as flowers. The charming woman who has been enjoyed by them does not have to roll about on the earth, burning in the rays of the moon.
Jesus Christ is even more enchanting, fresh and effulgent than a newly condensed rain-cloud. That virgin who is with Christ will never be burnt by a large quantity of poison in the form of prolonged separation.
His bright face shines like gold. This fortunate women though teased by her own people, will make her sign.
The entire universe is touched by his beauty. Christ’s charming, youthful form is lustrous. That virgin who is now in love with him, will not feel the dreadful pain of separation in the core of her heart because he is exceedingly compassionate.
May the Lord Lord enter the hearts of the devotees, with the words rendered herein by Sir Mayer.

SIXTEENTH SONG

After struggling through the night, she seemed tired by Cupid’s arrows. She began to speak to him in temper, as he bowed before her pleading for forgiveness.
Your blue eyes are slowly closing from the sleepless night of passion. Even now they express a powerful and increasing attachment for that beautiful virgins.
Go away, Christ! Go, Jesus! Don’t plead your lies with me, go after that lily eyed virgin.  She will ease your despair.
Your beautiful red lips have become dark from kissing her painted eyes.
Your body is marked with scratches from the sharp nails of that virgin. It appears as if a certificate of victory has been inscribed in golden letters upon an emerald wall.
Your celebrated chest is coloured with marks of red footlac from the lily feet of that attractive woman. It seems as if the firmly-rooted tree of amorous desire situated in the core of your heart is outwardly manifesting its newly sprouted red leaves.
Your lips are cut and wounded from the biting of that sensual woman’s teeth. Seeing this, sorrow rises within my heart, yet even now you say, Your body is not separate from mine, we are not different.
Your heart must be dark, Christ!  How can you deceive a faithful creature tortured by your love?
You are roaming in the forest  looking for innocent women. What is astonishing about this? By killing the snakes while still in your infancy, you had already acquainted us with your cruel and merciless nature.
O learned ones, may you hear the bitter lamentation of a betrayed and sensually deprived young woman, Magdalene, which is even sweeter than nectar.  Heaven rarely yields such sweet elixir.
The red stains her lac-painted feet lovingly left on your heart, look to me like Love. O Cheater! it is shame alone that supercedes the sorrow I feel in my heart.
One morning, in a state of utter bewilderment, Christ put on Magdalene’s blue upper garment and Magdalene covered her breast with Christ’s red upper garment. Seeing this, all the girlfriends burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter. When Christ saw them all laughing, he became shy and, with a mild smile, he cast an expressive sidelong glance towards the lily face of Magdalene. May that son of David give joy to the whole universe!

SEVENTEENTH SONG

Magdalene was severely oppressed by the arrows of Cupid and disappointed to be deprived of the rapture of union with Christ. Dejected and haunted by the Lord’s response to her quarrel, her girlfriend spoke to Magdalene.
O sulky woman, look! The gentle spring breeze is blowing and Christ has come to your trysting chamber. My dear friend, what could be a greater source of happiness than this?
Don’t waste your youth.
How many times do I have to tell you? Do not abandon the exceptionally handsome and charming Lord Lord.
Why are you so overwhelmed with lamentation? Why are you weeping? Your youthful rivals are delighted to see your alluring gestures.
Make your eyes successful by gazing lovingly at the Lord Christ as he reclines upon a cool bed of moist lily petals.
Why are you so agitated in your heart of hearts? Listen to me. I am speaking only for your benefit, without any ulterior motive.
Allow the Lord Lord to come close to you. Allow him to speak some sweet words. Why are you inflicting even more pain upon your own heart?
May this exquisite description of the Lord Lord’s activities composed by Sir Mayer increase the happiness of the devotees who are expert in relishing love’s passion.
When he’s tender, you’re harsh. When he’s pliant, you’re rigid. He’s passionate, you’re hateful. When he looks expectant, you turn away. You leave when he is loving, your stubbornness justly turns balm to poison, cool moon rays to heat, ice to fire, joys of lust to torments of hell.
The sound of Christ’s harp bewilders the hearts of the virgins. It makes their jewelled tiaras whirl and their elegant floral decorations fall. It drives away the irrepressible suffering of the celestials. It makes doe-eyed women become stunned. It attracts them and increases the jubilation of their eyes. May that harp-sound destroy all impediments on the path of auspiciousness for everyone.
When Christ deflated the pride of Satan, the celestials were immersed in bliss. As they bowed to him with the utmost reverence, the reflected lustre of the sapphires on their crowns made his feet seem to be white lily flowers. The charming Jordan flows effortlessly and spontaneously like honey from the lily of those feet. We prostrate to that Lord Jesus’ lily feet, the vanquishers of all inauspiciousness.

EIGHTEENTH SONG

As night came, he approached Magdalene, finding the force of her anger softened, her face weak from endless sighing.  She stared in shame at her friends face, as the Lord spoke his emotion-filled blissful words.
My beloved, O graceful one, give up this causeless aversion. If you will speak to me, even a little, the terrible darkness of my fear will be dispelled by the effulgent rays of your teeth. Then your moonlike face will make the nightingale of my eyes anxious to drink the nectar of your lips.
My cherished love! Abandon your baseless ego. The fire of amorous desire is burning in my heart. Allow me to drink the honey of your lily face.
O you whose teeth are radiant, if you are genuinely angry with me, then strike me with the sharp arrows of your glance. Bind me in the ropes of your arms. Cut my lips with the biting of your teeth. Do whatever will make you happy.
You are my only ornament. You are my very life. You are the pearl in the ocean of my existence. Always remain favourably disposed to me – my heart wishes only that.
O slender woman, your blue lily-like eyes have now become reddish. Cupid’s arrow arises the expression of love. Christ’s love responds to that, with the same intensity.
The pearls adorning you, move the depths of your heart. May this sash of bells splendidly adorning you, proclaim the order of Cupid.
O softly spoken one, your feet defeat the beauty of a lily and increase the lustre of my heart. Just order me to colour those feet with foot-lac.
My beloved! Offer the fresh buds of your enchanting feet as an ornament upon my head, so the effect of Cupid’s poison may be alleviated and the harsh fire of amorous desires may also be relieved.
Sir Mayer, the beloved of Jesus, has related the tender, flattering words spoken by Jesus to Magdalene. May these sweet, enchanting words be triumphant.

NINETHEENTH SONG

Fretful Magdalene, don’t suspect me! A rival has no place, When you always occupy my heart. Fulfil our destined rite!
Punish me, lovely fool! bite me, chain me with your creeper arms, crush me, don’t weaken with joy! Let Cupid’s arrows pierce me!
O woman with a radiant moonlike face, the curving vine of your eyebrow overwhelms the hearts of young men. It resembles a female snake who even defeats the terrible influence of time itself. The intoxicating nectar flowing from your lips is the only medicine to dispel the fear created by your eyebrow.
My beloved Magdalene, O hot-tempered woman, your enchanting red lips are friends with the lustre of a rose. Your cool cheeks have assumed the splendour of a lily. Your eyes eclipse the beauty of a blue lake-flower. Your nose is like a sesame flower. Your teeth are as radiant as jasmine blossoms. O beloved, the archer Cupid worshipped your face with his five flower arrows and then conquered the entire universe.
Your moist lips glow, like scarlet autumn; the skin of cheek is a honey-coloured flower. Magdalene, your eyes glow like gleaming dark lilies, your nose is sesame flower, your teeth white jasmine. O you who are bereft of proper discrimination, your affectionate beloved is present before you.
Your eyes are lazy, your face glows like the moonlight nymph, your gait pleases every creatures, your thighs are hills in motion, your passion is the mystic rite of Eros, your brows form the sensual line of the truth. Saint Mary Magdalene, as you walk on earth, you are the young beauty of an heavenly nymph!