Your love is a sacred fire of eternal flame,
Which burns in the heart as your brilliant name.
We carry this fire within us across the desert plains,
To build each night our altar with each day’s pain.
We thank the earth for the strength to help us sing;
We thank the sky that gives our song luminous wings.
Each in-breath is a gathering of sweet wild rose,
For the out-breath to garland you and hold you close.
Time is the succession of a vast and still moment,
In which mountain and desert host our sacrament.
By the grace of miraculous love, water becomes wine:
All our dull and weary pain at last becomes sublime.
This burning thirst is our jealous god whose sweet grace,
Inspires Darvish to worship fire in a lost and wild place.
