O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.

if i can only recount the story of my life right out of my body flames will grow

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?

For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all!

You are the fountain of the sun. I'm the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.

You are the mirror of divine beauty.