The jasmines in the secret garden Once trampled under a heavy burden Bloom brightly under the moonlit sky Not asking how, nor asking why They shine and glorify the silky breeze All is harmonious and at solemn ease
Even the old and sullen yardman Who weeded without woos or wanton Felt a sudden buoyancy and high Blossoming blushes and a sigh With sparkling eyes he looks and sees A branch of jasmine ticking his knees
A sudden joy rushes through the lilac bush Trembling leaves whispered “hush-hush” A secret is revealed near the narcissus lake The roses, the keepers of secrets, without mistake Glow with noblesse oblige and pride But this secret is not theirs to hide
Surely the jasmines should share the bliss The source of this divine and dulcet kiss “When the moon dived into the narcissus lake, We felt a sudden flexile fluid ache, A silent miracle had just occurred, I promise this story is yet unheard
But since that moment our love has grown With a scent more sweet than we have known It was there and you all were blessed With saccharine breezes that caressed And now we are glorious and released Know that divinity will never be seized”
The garden drifts on celestial dreams And the jasmines, roses, lilacs as it seems Reflect the light of their beloved moon So that lost lovers will sometime soon Follow the light of affection and be free And share a secret garden like you and me.