a/d kaak 1

[5-6am]

And I see that they have put You in prison...

So I draw near your most sacred head... 

and in rearranging your hair... 

I want to repair for so many minds, distraught and full of earth, which have not one thought for You. Fusing myself in your mind, I want to reunite all the thoughts of the creatures within You and fuse them in your thoughts, in order to find sufficient reparation for all evil thoughts, and for so many suffocated enlightenments and inspirations. 

I would like to make all thoughts one with Yours... 

to give You true reparation and perfect glory.

My afflicted Jesus, I kiss your eyes... 

sad and filled with tears.

Having your hands bound to the column, You cannot dry them, nor remove the spit with which they smeared You. And since the position in which they bound You is excruciating [vlijmend], You cannot close your tired eyes to take rest. 

My Love, how gladly would I offer You my arms as bed, to give You rest. I want to dry your eyes, ask for your forgiveness, and repair for all the times we have not had the aim of pleasing You, and of looking at You to see what You wanted from us, what we were supposed to do, and where You wanted us to go. 

I want to fuse my eyes in Yours, and also those of all creatures...

to be able to repair with your own eyes...

for all the evil we have done with our sight.

My compassionate Jesus, I kiss your most holy ears... 

tired from the insults of the whole night, and much more so from the echo of all the offenses of the creatures which resounds in your hearing. I ask for your forgiveness, and I repair for all the times You called us and we have been deaf, or we have pretended not to hear You. And You, my weary Good, have repeated your calls – but in vain! 

I want to fuse my hearing in Yours, and also that of all creatures... 

to make a continuous and complete reparation.  

[Passie, 5-6u]