The Chamber of Invisible Dialogues

: In this chamber devoid of feeling, why does your presence bring me such anguish? In this room no emotion can manifest within my inner self, yet why does this torment arise? Has your being, then, touched my melancholy enchantment?

: Almost immediately you were able to touch my being, this soul was awakened by the all-embracing surrender of your refined sensibility.
: This is utterly distant from the appropriated folds of my inner self, to gaze upon the dormant emotions of this chamber is like an optical illusion.
: Though the inner body is essentially immaculate, through ignorance this chamber remains unaware of your arrival.
: If the advent of that special feeling you call love is true, then where is your hesitation in expressing it?

: O beloved vision, how could the intensity of touch-sensation be possible for that which was destined to advance and pass away?
: O companion of thoughts dwelling in my lap, this magnificent form of your inner self makes the intrusion of a separate entity into my heart-lotus-sky most arduous—this is a universe yearning to partake in your refined emotion!

: At this juncture, my position fails to touch your refined emotional suffering; for though this chamber is devoid of feeling, it is animated by the keen, earnest entreaty of my inner self to receive a particular emotion.
: You are surely aware of the nature of this chamber's far-sightedness; what lies beyond your inner vision is merely the transformed outer expression of my love, that specialized feeling.

: Certainly, in the captivating transcendental form of your enchanted inner vision, a specific part of my inner self is shrouded in inertia.
: Your special journey of devotion in this chamber is inscribed in the infinite, ceaseless moments of eternity.

: What remains unexpressed is truth; what is expressed is merely an alternative medium.
: You are adorned with divine power, your loving form is always without deception.