Beloved: you´ve never wanted to take the form
imagined by my divine love.
Remain in the host,
blind and impalpable,
as God exists.
If I´ve sung much, I´ve wept even more
for you! o my lofty parable of love!
Remain in the brain
and in the immense myth
of my heart!
It´s faith, the forge where I fired
the earthy iron of so much woman;
and, on an ungodly anvil, desired to refine you.
Remain in nebulous
in the multisense of a sweet nonbeing.
And if you´ve never wanted to take the form
of my metaphysical emotion of love,
let me flog myself
as a sinner.