Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs
and yet run back to thee undiminished.
The river has its everyday work to do
and hastens through fields and hamlets;
yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy feet.
The flower sweetens the air with its perfume;
yet its last service is to offer itself to thee.
Thy worship does not impoverish the world.
From the words of the poet men take what meanings please them;
yet their last meaning points to thee.