Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.
Everywhere is here and every when is now.
But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars
Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here!
The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.