Đời tôi My life is a bowl

My life is a bowl

My life is a bowl which is mine to brim
Whith loveliness old and new.
So I fill its clay from stem to rim
With you, dear heart,
With you.

My life is a pool which can only hold
One star and a glimpse of blue.
But the blue and the little lamp of gold
Are you, dear heart,
Are you.

My life is a homing bird that flies
Through the starry dusk and dew
Homme to the heaven of your true eyes.
Home, dear heart,
To you.