Classic Poem

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace
of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of
thy wine of various colors and fragrance,
filling this earthen vessel to the brim.
My world will light its hundred different lamps with thy
flame and place them before the altar of thy temple.
No, I will never shut the doors of my senses.
The delights of sight and hearing and touch
will bear thy delight.
Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy,
and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.