Little heart within thy cage so many years
  year after year
Beating, still beating, so tenderly yearning
For comrade love, the love which is to come.

Often near stopping, or wounded like a bird,
  so full of pain -- thy thread of life almost snapped,
Yet with joy so wonderful,
  over all and through all continuing.

Soon altogether shalt thou stop, little heart,
  and the beating and the pain here shall cease;
But out of thee that life breathed
  into the like of thee like of others
Shall never stop nor cease.

Through a thousand beautiful forms, so beautiful,
  through the gates of a thousand hearts,
Emancipated, freed, we will pass on.
I and my joy will suddenly pass on.