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In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song / A song that lives in the seed of my heart. / It refuses to melt with ink on parchment; / It engulfs my affection in a transparent cloak / And flows but not upon my lips.
How can I sigh it? / I fear it may mingle with earthly ether; / To whom shall I sing it? / It dwells in the house of my soul, / In fear of harsh ears.
When I look into my inner eyes I see the shadow of its shadow; / When I touch my fingertips I feel its vibrations.
The deeds of my hands heed its presence as a lake must reflect the / glittering stars; / My tears reveal it, as bright drops of dew reveal the secret of a / withering rose.
It is a song composed by contemplation, / / And published by silence, / / And shunned by clamour, / / And folded by truth, / / And repeated by dreams, / / And understood by love, / / And hidden by awakening, / / And sung by the soul.
It is the song of love; / What Cain or Esau could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine; / What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret; / What string could quiver it?
Who dares unite the roar of the sea / And the singing of the nightingale? / Who dares compare the shrieking tempest / To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words / Intended for the heart to speak? / What human dares sing in voice / The song of God?