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
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