To gorge on good at once —
Is to grow a parasite in oneself.
Better to learn one’s duties,
To reach ecstasy in effort.

For the bee, having brought in honey,
For the queen, having kept the family,
Victory is somewhere there, ahead,
Therefore I remain in the ranks.

The mystery of bliss wraps us:
Among constant anxieties
Endure unto frenzy —
So God has determined.
Do not count it a loss,
Believe, hope and wait!
And after the finish you will receive the wage,
Paradise prepared by Love.