Little heart within thy cage

Little heart within thy cage so many years

year after year

Beating, still beating, so tenderly yearning

For comrade love, the love which is to come.

Often near stopping, or wounded like a bird,

so full of pain -- thy thread of life almost snapped,

Yet with joy so wonderful,

over all and through all continuing.

Soon altogether shalt thou stop, little heart,

and the beating and the pain here shall cease;

But out of thee that life breathed

into the like of thee like of others

Shall never stop nor cease.

Through a thousand beautiful forms, so beautiful,

through the gates of a thousand hearts,

Emancipated, freed, we will pass on.

I and my joy will suddenly pass on.