The earth was fragrant and like a daughter of a king at her wedding-feast,
Wearing all her jewels; the sky her bridegroom,
she passed her love on to me
Her love rested me quiet in my mind, my heart attuned.
Reclining in her grasses, her flowers a bloom and all about me,
I listened, for she had much
Blessed are you to remember your pain and in it await the joy
Blessed are you who hunger after truth and beauty
For your hunger shall bring you bread and water to quench your thirst
She found me in her symmetry, to mother and comfort me. Master of silent
Desires the heart of the world quivers with the throbbing of her heart
But it burns not with my song
The man who loves her with his heart yet holds doubt in his mind, is but
A slave in her gallery who sleeps in her bed and dreams of freedom, till
The lash of her wakes him. My flesh needs the whip on my own day.