1. If my bones were made of those who tend them
And my ink of my blood

2. And my parchment of my skin
To glorify Him

3. And you addressed with eloquent utterances
And outlined with the obscure

4. The wings of the sun
It would be paltry in the greatness of Him

5. Who has the right in Himself to majesty
So leave my soul be

6. And I possessed my soul whereby I attained wishes
And loneliness had dispersed from me into company

7. And I met from it every meaning in its proper form
The fancy of the soul flickers in the gloom of aloneness

8. As if I were in a garden giving rest to my sight
Sublime are its meanings transcending senses