Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 3/27/2020
... The human eye, imperfect eye,
sees millions of stars in the distant sky...
sees, as somewhere in the boundlesness
The infinity of worlds burns.
But is it possible that in my spirit
God's eye is closed,
with which I will see the sun of truth,
when I open it beyond the grave?
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