Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.

I watched the Shape Of Water over Christmas and although it was visually pleasing I did not find it that interesting. Except for the poem at the end.

Hemenway’s translation appears on page 41 of her book The Book of Everything: Journey of the Heart’s Desire : Hakim Sanai’s Walled Garden of Truth

https://books.google.ca/books?id=_ERX2xRllz8C&printsec=frontcover#v=onepage&q&f=false https://books.google.ca/books?id=C9MNlTCgi8cC&printsec=frontcover#v=onepage&q&f=false

ps

https://www.ted.com/talks/bj_miller_what_really_matters_at_the_end_of_life#t-723640 :

...Let death be what takes us, not lack of imagination.