This shrine is visible
Only for the blind,
This singing deafens the angels,
Like the deepest grave
This bosom attracts you.
You are like impetuous seed,
Irrigating the fields of transition.

Take all my flesh,
Take all my blood,
For these bones
The temple will be erected!

Throwing off the fetters of memory,
Throwing off the fetters of grief.
Looking at the mirror
And seeing no reflection.
Be blessed this shrine,
Visible only for blind.
Be blessed this singing,
Deafening the angels.

Aloud, furiously, for all time -
Praise the Lord!

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