English

Our spirit tires of being's surfaces, Transcended is the splendour of the form; It turns to hidden powers and deeper states. So now he looked beyond for greater light.

Thus we draw near to the All-Wonderful Following his rapture in things as sign and guide; Beauty is his footprint showing us where he has passed, Love is his heart-beats' rhythm in mortal breasts, Happiness the smile on his adorable face.