Translation:For My Beloved's Impossible Soul

Beloved: You have never wanted to take form as my divine love would have thought. Stay in the host, blind and impalpable, as God remains.

If I have sung much, I have cried more for you, oh my sublime parable of love! Stay in the brain, and in the immense myth of my heart!

It is the faith, the forge where I burned the muddy iron of so many women; and on an ungodly anvil I wanted to perfect you. Stay in the eternal nebula, there, in the multessence of a sweet nonexistence.

And if you have never wanted to take form in my metaphysical emotion of love, let me lash myself, like a sinner.