Man's range is breathless, his gaze glittering
up the rainbow of his soul,
which leads to the topmost peak,
to all aether's dream-like forms
as is the lyric of the fly.
In each leaf there is a star that shines
like a ray of pure love,
--
which first sought the plant's body
and now rests on its heart.
Through this compassion blazed the eye
that tingles like a rising sun,
which flowers like a jewel-colored orb,
as rays of pure light leap from that form.
The lovely sun in its radiance,
drives the blossom, enveloping all the air,
and then it is reflected in all things