Under the Peach tree

Heaven tore apart Heart bore rainbow Soul firms the crystalline Today lasts the bliss Amaranthine blooms tomorrow We awoke dormant hopes We evoke celestial siblings We summon uninhabited spirits Under the Peach tree shade Sybil plays the lyre and The strings made of golden hairs The goat fleece shines Mild melody ceases every pain For those who sing and For those who sing not; equally For those who hear and have No flu; enjoying the Jasmine odor Lavender and Iris embracing The assembly; under the shade of The peach tree; collecting The drops of Beauty; Tears of eternity in goblets Made of Amethyst and The Platinum lid To seal the liqueur For the next platoon of Love martyrs It may be you dear it may be you And you and you; who drink This Elixir All I expect is you open The bud of your being So I may put a solely drop So the clear light of Bliss Overwhelms and folds Your innocence; protects it From the sinner, and Its permanent malice