Bright tambourine shaker, where are you?
Shake over me, shake. Fill this desert!
Sift the sands around my lonely oasis.
Dig up all its well-hidden treasures.
Come into me unfurled, unfettered.
Find the delights, measure by measure.
Searching hands seek to interlace
As vines, among a secret grove, this garden.
The arms of a mighty cedar, you
Are still strong, though grown old.
Never mind that. Come home.
Dwell here and stay forever. O, stay!
My nomad, become the vine that wraps me
By the heat of day and cold of night, stay.
Become my incidental canopy of full cover
For your every whim and unspent pleasure.
I make the music, give the bursting springs
Within this isolated place of treasures.