It is the ecstasy of the intuition of the real
that leads the mystic through self-discipline.
The human consciousness obeys
its innate tendency to transcendence.
The mystic's love for Him
who called him, touched him,
and lifts him up to His
eternal, benevolent presence
carries him all the way
and there he finds unending joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem