He is in me, round me, facing everywhere.

Self-walled in ego to exclude His right,

I stand upon its boundaries and stare

Into the frontiers of the Infinite.

Each finite thing I see is a façade;

From its windows looks at me the Illimitable.

In vain was my prison of separate body made;

His occult presence burns in every cell.

He has become my substance and my breath;

He is my anguish and my ecstasy.

My birth is His eternity’s sign, my death

A passage of His immortality.

My dumb abysses are His screened abode;

In my heart’s chamber lives the unworshipped God.