THE ENCOUNTER

In your chamber covered with reverie, make waste
Of flowers and of spiritual lights; my soul,
Shod in silence and dressed in calm,
Will go after you down the darkest path of this night.

Turn out the lights and behold things beautiful;
Close all doors and enter illusion;
Uproot from mystery a handful of stars
And cover with flowers, like a triumphal vase, your heart.

And you will wait smiling, and you will wait weeping! …
When my soul arrives, perhaps you will pray, thinking
That heaven sweetly spills over your chest...

For divine love sit upon a sofa of calm,
Or with the mystical lily that is its sword, my soul
Will make vanish one by one the roses of your bed!