The soul is a mighty person
The soul is a mighty person
And the body serves as his horse.
All those bites of food you gobble
Give your body strength and force.
If you devour every last bit,
That food is your body’s profit;
It means no gains for the spirit,
But makes the flesh even more coarse.
Its affairs are favor and grace;
Brightest men can’t grasp what it says.
The soul–this bird of Paradise–
Is the blissful state of lovers.