I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!
Your happy songs bring to me the scent of Heaven. Please keep singing!
Let us put away our blinders and answer the call to Joy.
When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.
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?
Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.