my god, my lover is, my self;
my heart, it's highest thought, my soul;
the very air, my only breath,
my god in truth is all of this.
my god, my body is, my flesh
my hands, their greatest deeds, my goals;
the path my very feet have trod.
in truth, my god is all of this.
my god, my passion is, my might
my dwelling place, my roots, my wings;
to feel this presence, day and night
my god, in truth is, everything.
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I would like to translate this poem
Such a vast, restrained passion abides in here. It's like an anthem that one's own soul might sing.