Let others pay the reverence due
With waving lights and sacred flowers.
I pray no more except to you,
My faith is in this love of ours.
And I shall twine the Kuskus grass
To shield the thing I hold so dear.
What if the fierce-eyed Panthers pass?
I know their ways and have no fear.
The jungle is my native land
And love shall smooth its paths for you:
Ah, could I make you understand,
How well it is, this thing you do.
You leave the world, and passing by
Its tarnished gold and futile strife,
Gain freedom, love, the open sky,
The flowers upon the Tree of Life!
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