God speaks to each of us before we are,
Before he’s formed us — then, in cloudy speech,
But only then, he speaks these words to each
And silently walks with us from the dark:
Driven by your senses, dare
To the edge of longing. Grow
Like a fire’s shadowcasting glare
Behind assembled things, so you can spread
Their shapes on me as clothes.
Don’t leave me bare.
Let it all happen to you: beauty and dread.
Simply go — no feeling is too much —
And only this way can we stay in touch.
Near here is the land
That they call Life.
You’ll know when you arrive
By how real it is.
Give me your hand.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Puzzle 
Thank you for that!
I’m happy you like it :)
Domnul fiecaruia doar ii cuvanta inainte de a-l crea,
apoi il insoteste din bezna tacand.
Dar cuvintele, preursirea,
aceste cuvinte-stihie, sunt:
De simturile tale trimis pe pamant,
pana la capatul dorului mergi frematand;
da-mi vesmant.
Indaratul lucrurilor creste parjol cotropitor,
ca umbrele lor
intreg sa m-acopere-ntr-una.
Ingaduie totul: frumusetea, spaima, totuna.
Trebuie doar sa mergi: nici o simtire nu-i prea departe.
De mine, nimic nu te desparta.
I-aproape strabuna
tara-viata.
O vei recunoaste
Dupa grava ei fata.
Da-mi mana.
In romaneste de Dan Constantinescu