Nirvana

I have come from the silent forest,

My beautiful Lotos flow'r,

And I stand in thy garden sighing,

It is the lovers' hour.

Thy sisters, the lotos blossoms,

They ope to the moon above;

Open thy window, beloved,

And let me tell my love.

I have knelt in the mighty temples,

But the dumb gods make no sign;

They cannot speak to my spirit,

As thy soul speaks to mine.

And the priests talk of Nirvana,

And weave their mystic charms,

I only know Nirvana

Within thy loving arms.

And the lotos flow'r will perish,

The stars turn cold and grey,

The dumb gods will be shattered,

The temples old decay:

But we shall be one, beloved,

we shall be one

In the stream of life divine;

As the river flows to the ocean,

My soul shall flow to thine.