THE ONE OBLATION

God does not need your virtue

Proclaimed in any place,

Who knows a better beauty

Than such a pious face!

The stars keep His commandments,

The suns observe His law

And all the countless comets

Bow down to Him in awe.

God does not want your temples,

Whose domes are in the sky;

With archangelic anthems

How dare we mortals vie?

One thing alone, my brothers,

Rivals that bliss above:

Not incense on an altar,

But man's oblation — Love!