Hail Love, Hail Love, because Love is divine It is tender, it is beautiful and benign What passion, what passion, we are burning like the sun It is hidden and obscure, it is an obvious sign. We've fallen, we've fallen, it is hard to rise up We know not, we know not, this complex chaotic design. Hail the moon, hail the moon, it is curved like a cup To the features and the world, it gave shape, shade and line Dismounted, dismounted, his horse the King of Kings Hail the dust, hail the dust, that his trail would define. What picture, what picture, is drawn on the canvass of the heart How strange, how strange, with the heavens must align. Be the silent jug, be the silent jug, that holds the secret From the left, from the right, everyone seeks that wine. This brook has such a song, that turns our fortune's wheel Not of fate, not of song, neither of this clay of mine Neither trap, nor of chain, then why do we feel encaged? What shackle and what rope is ( like love ) so strong yet so fine?