My heart like the strings of a guitar
pricked by the hands of eternity
sings a dance,
that is of a rhythm,
Of a heartbeat,
Of a victorious dancer, who longs for the holiest one,
With hand and fingers turning in the elegance of circular motion,
Moving to the sounds in traditional meter,
In the purity of bridal love,
that our ancestors created and so heard,
the rhythmic beat carrying me from hell into heaven,
where the beat never ceases,
the joy as ascent,
the celebration without end.
Here, a body, in ancient movements,
Pure, holy, and united in rhythmic love
Turns, leaps, and heals the world,
in the cleanest eros, the love of deities and angels,
And lives and rests forever in my arms,
As I, taking her gentle hand,
Join her in the grace of chastity and erotic love,
from everlasting to everlasting.