MY HEART is on fire with the flame of thy songs. It spreads and knows no bounds. It dances swinging its arms in the sky, burning up the dead and the decaying. The silent stars watch it from across the darkness. The drunken winds come rushing upon it from all sides. O, this fire, like a red lotus, spreads its petals in the heart of the night.
THOU HAST given me thy love, filling the world with thy gifts. They are showered upon me when I do not know them, for my heart is asleep and dark is the night. Yet though lost in the cavern of my dreams I have been thrilled with fitful gladness; And I know that in return for the treasure of thy great worlds thou wilt receive from me one little flower of love in the morning when my heart awakes.
