English
The Opening of the Book
In the name of the Lord of life and reason,
beyond whom no thought can ever rise.
Lord of every name, Lord of every place,
the giver of daily bread, the guide of the way.
Lord of Saturn and the turning sky,
who lit the moon, Venus, and the sun.
He is higher than any name, sign, or guess;
he is the artist who painted the body of all that exists.
You will never see the Creator with your eyes,
so do not torment your two eyes trying.
Not even thought can find a road to him,
for he is above all names and all places.
Whatever words go past these created things,
neither soul nor reason can reach him through them.
When reason chooses its words,
it chooses only what it can see.
No one can praise him as he truly is;
you must simply tie the belt of servitude.
He weighs both reason and soul,
yet how could he fit within our measured thought?
With these tools, judgment, soul, and tongue,
how could anyone ever praise the Creator?
You must confess that he simply is,
and turn away from all useless talk.
Be a worshipper and a seeker of the way,
looking deeply into what he commands.
Whoever has knowledge holds real power;
through knowledge an old heart grows young again.
Beyond this veil there is no place for speech;
thought has no road into the nature of his being.