In order to explore the sanctuary I lift the head
And keep ashes with my bedroom that launches
Me into sleep that never dies nor disappears for me.
In this rational way I conduct my business of lightning
And thunder, that roars on, for the forces are dull
Tonight.
By day I work a thousand deeds, then I explore the caves
Of my life, then into the striven areas I climb,
Towards the summit of my doing that never dies,
For God watches me with stern breath
That never is an inhaling or exhaling, the divine breath
Is different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem