1. The book of correspondence holds for me
Secrets that unfold within its pages

2. While parting may be for bodies, not for
Souls after their separation and discord

3. For the soul is one thing, a single utterance
That shines from an observant glance and penetrating look

4. The unseen is its spectacle, wherein its presence lies
And its absence is the eye of presence for one who's aware

5. The eye of reality in the metaphor of the unseen makes
You witness it if you're absent from my sight

6. And longing - those who taste know its matter
In uniting its spectacle despite outward separation

7. When hearts gather in the unseen
Division in bodies brings no harm

8. And by divide of bodies, for me there is
A yearning that rends the folds of my passion

9. Rapture and joy, the sigh of anguish
And a flaming heart, then a wakeful eyelid

10. A fire stoked by passion, would that
It be quenched by a tear on a damp cheek

11. I have not forgotten the intimacy of our covenant
The springs of my oasis have run sweet

12. Life is verdant, happiness my companion
The meadows lush, tranquility my confidant

13. I would not have fulfilled its pacts, had I
Spent myself on it, my senses and feelings