Elegia

Let my wandering hand enter
Behind, in front, above, below, between

My America, my land in sight
A kingdom of peace if only one man conquers it

My precious mine, my empire
Happy is the one who penetrates your mystery

I free myself by becoming your slave
Where my hand falls, my seal is engraved

Total nudity: All pleasure comes from the body
(Like the soul without a body) without clothes

Like a colorful binding
Made for the illiterate, the woman adorns herself

But she is a mystical book and only
To some is such grace granted
It is given to read her!

I am one who knows!