Capitolo 67
But it gives them souls of the temperament to withstand
The difficulty of the oven of the world?--
And they is fused, and from the equipment of God
Unfashion, crazy in dismay; yea, the ability of God
Errors in them as the ability a founder put
In brass errors when carbons grab on its job.
For this fierce Holofernes and his/her power,
This torture poured on the city, it is anybody more
What a wild gust of bad heat expired
Against our souls God-beaten by the oven of the world.
Any new thing, this field on the city:
Nebuchadnezzar and his/her men of hosted
But fearfully it imagines, as a crazy person dream,
The fierce infection of the world that waits
To dirty the clean health of the soul and mixture
Curved decadence in his/her direct nature upward.
It animates in the world it is all you besiege: for before
The dangerous doths of the body desire him/it;
And many thin captains of the mind
Secretly desires against his/her fortune; following,
You surround on circle of lascivious world
Round of lust the foreign purity of soul
For the opportunity or the violence to abduct him/it in ecstasy.
But the pure ones in the world are dominion.
Divinely I know, when life is clean,
As as a noble form of gilded glass
The passions of the body, powers of the mind,
Wine glass the immortal and sweet wine of soul,
What, as a reddens the fragrance it indulges in air
From versed vintage, fillings the world that contaminates
With the own his/her savour. And here I am alone
You play in my sweetness, uncorrupted; the rest
(They divulge him/it to Them without shame) it is stuff gone acid;
The world is involved with them. They has broacht
The wine that had declarations God to silk that it gathers
Of flies and wasps, to fears and the worldly pains.
No, they is versed out in the dung of the world,
And it drenches, you pollute, the fortune of their state,
When they should not have them any fortune but
And the God in them, and therein is sealed.
Ah, my sweet soul that the knoweth his/her his/her own sweetness,
Where only love can drink, and only--alas!--
The ghost of love. But I am sweet for him,