If my lips do not express you

The secret speaks in the ear of your soul

If my lips are silent from your greeting

It is very much speaking with the infinite

The body makes a shore from you

The soul has taken hold in your midst

If your form cast you like an arrow

His soul pulled you like your bow

Whatever he hides from you, he will say

In the ear of your secret-knowing conscience

If you are outside this moment

Your heart will bring you back, girded

Inwardly, he has made you the most special of the special

Outwardly, he has tested you

Be silent, for when he cast this sorrow in you

This pull is enough to show you