i sing to you, o beautiful light!
highest of the highest of heights.
i am your vessel,
your vassal,
your ecstatic slave.
may all i do give pleasure to you.

every thought,
every word,
may they issue from you,
and i be the flute at your mouth, as you play.
the dream in your mind as you sleep.

may my form be the temple
kept only for you.
may my eyes be the windows
through which you may see
all of this i've arranged
to please you.

here in the mountains,
surrounded by clouds,
may my life be the hands
with which you touch and feel
and experience all of
life's pleasures.

i offer to you
my body ;   your altar,
our two souls made one,  ever more.
may abandon and surrender
overwhelm to unite
this trinity
the singer, the singing
and the song.