To believe in God is to love 
What none can see. Let a lover go, 
Let him walk out with the good 
Spoons or die 
Without a signature, and so much 
Remains for scrubbing, for a polish 
Cleaner than devotion. Tonight, 
God is one spot, and you, 
You must be one blind nun. You 
Wipe, you rub, but love won't move.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    