Here, let me translate.
There is something built of ether and silk.  To reach it, to reach the sky, we need a scaffolding of light.  We must climb past the clouds, into the stars.  There, when we look down at our hands, we see we are holding each other and this great undefinable thing that feels like love but is greater still is holding us all as we hold each other.  When we sigh it is dust and ash and a stirring of the bright fragments of everything we have ever lost or gained, loved or hated.  There, we abide.