1. Before dawn, I heard birds chirping and softly calling. Get up and wash my body with cold water, and pray that the power of resurrection will come to my heart again. This spring can't come, this bird can't sing, this poem can't be written, but in this cold warmth, I can't help but be completely grateful to you.
2. Woman, why are you crying? Who are you looking for? Sir, have you seen my master? If you move his body, please tell me where you put him and I'll get it. Mary-ah, what a gentle call, gently awakening all the memories; Ah, what a powerful call, knocking on the closed heart door. Ah, what a kind call, call my name and bring me into your eternity.
Even the sunshine has come back to life, so fresh and beautiful. Even the birds' songs are revived, so crisp and energetic. Graves are covered with grass, death is swallowed up by life, and seeds die-but full seeds are produced.
Lord, you are a seed, and I am the fresh seed you produce. My life was revived in you before, but now my life is revived in you. Lord, I would like to be a seed and plant it with you, just as the Father planted you.
4. What a fresh and sacred Easter morning. Through historical time and space, through eternal memory. My desolate years are nailed to you again, and warm love bathes me. Lord, what a filthy person I am, and you call me a sister and a brother.
You said you were going to see your father, who is also our father; Meet your God, who is also our God. It's my father, my God. How much I would like to go with you, but you left me here to spread this most precious blessing.