(a) The walls around me are solid, and I am confined all day;
But the person who shut me up can't stay away from God.
The prison walls are lovely, because my God is here.
(2) Everyone who cares about us knows that it is hard to make me lonely;
But they don't know that he came to prison to comfort them;
He made the darkness in prison clear and filled my spirit with joy.
(3) Oh God, your love excites me, and lamentation turns into praise;
I worship you from the depths, regardless of time and place;
It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, as long as it is in tune with your will.
(4) This has become my treasure, which has benefited me;
Bless my misfortune and make me happy in suffering;
Anything can come, as long as there is God, I am enough. "A little bird"
(1) I am a caged bird, far away from the open fields;
He put me here, and I will praise him;
I am glad to be imprisoned like this, because I am happy for you.
(2) There is nothing to do except sing silently all day;
God, whom I delight in, is also listening to my praise;
He tied my wings, but he liked to bow his head and listen to me sing.
(3) oh, my god! You have listening ears, and you have a heart of love and blessing;
Although my tone is rude, you have no disdain and disgust;
Because you know that the strings of tone are played by sweet love.
(4) This cage will confine me on all sides, making it difficult for me to fly and roam freely outside;
Although my wings are trapped, my heart and spirit are still free.
The prison wall can't stop, and all souls are released and soaring.
(5) My heart is beyond the prison bars, and how comfortable my spirit is!
Fly to the beloved Lord, and I will worship him;
In your firm will, my spirit is free and happy. Song of everlasting regret
(1) If I suffer for a long time, I will retreat to your hands;
No longer retained;
Your hands dry my tears and make my crying face full of brilliance;
No more bitter tears.
(2) Goodbye! Your empty happiness, your tasteless pastime,
I have lost interest in you.
True happiness lies in the cross, and all other entertainments are false-
This is a rule made by God.
(3) Oh, the cross! It is a blessing; Its loss is gain;
Its bitterness is also sweet,
All thoughts, minds and moods are refined here.
It is really a pleasure to taste it.
(4) It is difficult to benefit from self-love in suffering, because it always seeks its own comfort.
Besides, no luck.
True love has a lofty purpose, and self-sacrifice is what it appreciates;
Suffering is its pleasure.
(5) My choice is the same as yours, oh! Bring the flame to the top,
Let it burn forever!
Take up the cross and follow you, because your love often praises you,
It's my blessing.