Oh what may it be, what may it be
that is breathed in bedrooms
that is murmured in verses and stanzas
that is set up in the deepest darkness
that fills up heads and words
that lights candles during processions
that talks loudly in doorways
and shouts in marketplaces that no doubt
in nature and beauty
lies that which has no reason and never will
that which has no remedy and never will
that which has no moderation.
Oh what may it be, what may it be
that lives in the idea of these lovers
that is sung by the most frenzied poets
that is sworn by drunk prophets
that is on the path of amputees
and in the imagination of unhappy folks
that is in the prostitutes' daily grind
in the bandits' wretched plan.
Oh what may it be, what may it be
that has no decency and never will
that endures no reprimand and never will
that has no reason.
Oh what may it be, what may it be
that no warning will help avoid
that every laugh will challenge
that every bell will sing
and all those hymns will enshrine
and all children will cleanse
and our fates will encounter
even the Almighty
watching that hell from afar will give His blessing to
that which has no rule and never will
that which has no shame and never will
that which has no judgment.
Oh what may it be, what may it be
that has no rule and never will
that has no shame and never will
that has no judgment...