I touch God in my song
  as the hill touches the far-away sea
   with its waterfall.

The butterfly counts not months but moments,
  and has time enough.

Let my love, like sunlight, surround you
  and yet give you illumined freedom.

Love remains a secret even when spoken,
  for only a lover truly knows that he is loved.

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil
  is no freedom for the tree.

In love I pay my endless debt to thee
  for what thou art.