In the depth of my soul there is br A wordless song - a song that lives br In the seed of my heart. br It refuses to melt with ink on br Parchment; it engulfs my affection br In a transparent cloak and flows, br But not upon my lips. br br br How can I sigh it? I fear it may br Mingle with earthly ether; br To whom shall I sing it? It dwells br In the house of my soul, in fear of br Harsh ears. br br br When I look into my inner eyes br I see the shadow of its shadow; br When I touch my fingertips br I feel its vibrations. br br br The deeds of my hands heed its br Presence as a lake must reflect br The glittering stars; my tears br Reveal it, as bright drops of dew br Reveal the secret of a withering rose. br br br It is a song composed by contemplation, br And published by silence, br And shunned by clamor, br And folded by truth, br And repeated by dreams, br And understood by love, br And hidden by awakening, br And sung by the soul.