Guard the deep silence of tranquillity,
The central stillness of the praising soul.
Speak of no secret. Let the absolute
Exist. By no word can vision be controlled.

Paradise is hereafter. If the gift
Of momentary foretaste should be given
Today, delight in private and alone.
Hold in cupped hands the promises of heaven.

Admit no raiders to that breathing space,
No danger to a tender hope uncurled;
Shield the great moments with a public face
Or hide them altogether from the world.

Never show swine these pearls. At any price
Defend the secret wells of Paradise.