You have come so close that it displeases me. That you have consumed everything of me this way—it displeases me. I would wish you to remain at some distance, not to enter entirely within me and take possession of all that I am. But I see your will is altogether different. I did not know that appearing before me would mean this. I did not know it would mean this.
Nothing shall remain mine; all shall become yours. Even the eyes with which I see you will become yours; even the voice with which I call you will become yours... I never imagined such a thing. Still, you shall not appear as I wish, only as you will. That I should wish to see you while keeping myself intact—this is my pride, this is my sin. You have already told me: the more of myself I lose, the more of you I gain; when I lose myself entirely, then I shall possess you forever. So be it. Let me lose myself utterly, and losing myself, let me find you.
I shall go entirely; nothing of myself shall remain. Yet you shall be mine. My understanding cannot quite grasp this; and yet, though my mind fails to comprehend it, I see the truth of it plain. This I see: you are all of me... even the tears in my eyes! And yet you are mine, I am yours. You give me the taste of this lost "I" in such a way that I no longer wish to remain apart from you—I no longer wish to step back and see you at some remove, separate. This mingling of you and me, I cannot possibly explain it to anyone. And that is why, I confess, I wish you would stay at some distance.
I need not explain so much. What use is explanation if people cannot grasp you? I see that no matter how much I try to make them understand, people think you distant; that you are so near—this they cannot fathom by any means. Let the explaining cease, then. When you come and take complete possession of me, when your light shines forth through my eyes, then people will easily understand that all I have said is true.