All work together, the sight,
The visible form and the reflected image
And I see You, O my dear,
Here You are in the sky self-manifested.
You are separated from all that I know,
And it is the Truth, it is my love,
You are the cause, my dear, of all my love
It is the illumination of Your own
Transcendental experience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
separated from all..