How well I know the fountain that springs and runs
That eternal fountain is hidden
How well I know where it has its lair
In this dark night of this life
How well I know by faith the cold fountain
Its origin I don't know, for it has none
But I know that every origin comes from it
I know that nothing can be so beautiful
And that heavens and earth drink from it
I well know that no ground is found in it
And that nobody can wade through it
Its clarity is never darkened
And every light has come from it
And its currents are so abundant
That it waters heavens, hells, and people
The current that is born from this fountain
I well know that it's so capable and omnipotent
The current that proceeds from these two
I know that none of them precedes it
Here the creatures are being called
And from this water they gorge, even in the dark
In this living fountain of desire
In this bread of life, I see her
In this eternal fountain she is hidden
In this living bread to give me life