More Beautiful Than Your Eyes

More beautiful than your eyes is my love
for your eyes. When you sing, all being sings.

Are you there above me, star of my longing,
or are you just a phantom dream?

When I think of you, fragrances enter me —
Can it be you were created by a rose?

Perhaps the longing for beauty made you,
raised and hopeful hands designed your form.

Do the strings of the passionately fingered lute
imagine those who yearn for melody?

We meet in moments truant from time,
free from boundaries, dissolving all bounds.

The beckoning universe swings us into the heavens
on an endless flight.

The most beautiful aspect of our land
is the vision that you have lived here.