Sing me not songs of stars, Bring your ears to my breast, You will hear the songs of my heart. Not just of the moon and sun, But those of the universe.
Bring me not flowers Nor butterflies. Exalt my presence For you are rose — most pleasant And you are my butterfly — more elegant.
Take me not to places worth milk and honey, Take me to your heart The deepest and calmest part Let me rest there Under its gracious sky With you beside me, Gazing at the inner beauty of you. For no treasure is beyond there.