Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.

Body of earth, don't talk of earth Tell the story of pure mirrors The Creator has given you this splendor-- Why talk of anything else?

Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.

In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.

Flowers every night Blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace am I.

I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God

Because of your love I have broken with my past