My very being shone forth when He revealed Himself to my inmost soul (1)—through a blissful earnestness, or rather a newly renewed felicity (2).

Indeed, it is my due to fall in love with existence and all who dwell therein, for both my hands have clung completely to the One who brought me into being (3).

Then—after a prolonged digression in amorous verse—he said (4):

So when He disclosed Himself to me upon every witness (5)
and kept me company with subtle hints in every scene (6),
I deemed it beneath me to confine Beauty within limits
and set myself to contemplate the scattered secrets of that Beauty.
My listening became unbounded, its origin from Him alone—
far be it from one like me to accept a restricted hearing.
In every object seen my heart finds a testimony,
in every sound it hears a melody of devotion.

[He continued describing the vistas of beauty,] then said:

I behold Him in every single attribute of beauty,
yet without espousing the remote doctrine of incarnation.
In every slender-waisted figure there is a graceful maiden,
in every smoothly flowing tress, a languid beauty.
In every full moon that rises within the night of her hair,
upon every swaying, supple branch of form.
When I embrace each delicately fashioned stature
and drink its nectar-sweet saliva, cooled like choice wine,
In pearls and rubies, in fragrance and sweetness—
upon every languid-eyed, soft-necked girl (7).
In garments of fine brocade that charm my gaze,
with their gold-worked and rose-tinted embroidery (8).
In wine, in sweet basil, in hearing and in song,
in the echoed cooing of the warbling dove.
In grove and river, blossom and dew,
in every garden and lofty, turreted palace (9).