The man will be outside himself So outside himself And happy for no reason No other reason that He is so outside of So alien to No one but himself
He will enjoy the ineffable share The opulent lustre, The odourous aroma Of the supreme good Which draws everything into itself.
The whole man Will be outside himself He will live not in himself, But in the object of his love His desire for more He will move out of himself Further and further Each passing day Will bring him closer, Into sin that is his love
The whole man will be outside himself, But a motionless sense will remain A sense of lunacy in a breathless dark Into this darkness he will smother The words his love will utter Rejecting its lover
Wise in measure should each man be But never let him wax too wise Who looks not forward to learn his fate Unburdened heart will bear