Words are also just words at the end of this path of soul, The inventive trifling of unspeakableness, Where I am the listener, whereas you the ones listened to, Although you do not speak (this is the silence between words)
Crucified on the cross of spirituality, having discovered the unity of Janus, The merging toghether of the soul freed from its uniqueness There is nothing that would belong to me in its sub-existent form, As everything includes me in the wholeness of its existence
Life and death is just one remove from here, And they can unite in the state of harmony in us, But when we prayed for blindness and deafness, Both were given to us.