The freshness of the dew,
The sparkle in a gem,
Thou art the courage in the breast of a soldier,
The glory that people dream of,
The lost sheen of fame,
The faded memory of the last tiger
Thou art all that is to lose, all there is to gain.
The fear of cowards.
Thou make the sky bend at thy doorstep.
You make the pelican do what it does.
You encompass the world in your shield.
Thou art the tear, the hope,
in the heart of a mother.
The trust, the thick swath of adoration,
the smile on the lips of a child,
Thou art the care, the affection
the admiration of a sister.
In the unspoken fantasies, in the dreams
Thou art in the promises of a lover.
You are everywhere around me,
tell me why so selfless?
But thou art selfish too,
in the disguise of those who have love for themselves.
Thou art selfish, mais oui,
In the disguise of those who love,
as they only care for those whom they love,
A burden, a boon,
what do I call thee?
What do I call thee, love?
What do I call thee...?