Give Me The Flute

Give me the flute, and sing

Immortality lies in a song

And even after we've perished

The flute continues to lament

Have you taken refuge in the woods

Away from places like me

Followed streams on their courses

And climbed up the rocks.

 

Did you ever bathe in a perfume

And dry yourself with a light

Drink the dawn as wine

Rarefied in goblets of ether

Give me the flute then and sing

The best of prayer is song

And even when life perishes

The flute continues to lament

Have you spent an evening

As I have done

Among vines

Where the golden candelabra

Clusters hang down

 

Did you sleep on the grass at night

And let space be your blanket

Abstaining from all that will come

Forgetful of all that has passed

Give the flute then and sing

In singing is Justice for the heart

And even after every guilt

Has perished

The flute continues to lament

Give the flute and sing

Forget illness and its cure

People are nothing but lines

Which are scribbled on water.

 

They all are but the tunnels of moles,

Threads in the spider's web.

For he who lives in weakness,

Slowly he will die.

 

Forest is the abode of life,

And were the days

Gathered in my hand,

There would i strew them,

But time it is that chooses

From my soul; whenever i long for

Forest time bars my way woth excuse;

The fates have ways unaltering,

And men's aims are

Beyond their impotent reach.