Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Has not the Architect, Love, built your heart
in a glorious manner,
with so much care that it is meant to break
if love ever ceases to know all that happens
And where does anything love has ever known
go, when your eyes and hands can no longer
be warmed by its body?
So vast a room your soul, every universe can
fit into it.
Anything you once called beautiful, anything
gave you comfort waits to unite with your
arms again, I promise.