Jade is a child, who is eighty years old

Delight, delight shines in her pale eyes

Laughter is her medicine, she says it keeps her young

And she never lies

Bitterness, she has never known

Although she has seen all of life's murderous deceits

She weeps for the innocent

But is amused by the proud in all their conceit

Holding the drunken soldier, in his wild delirium

She doеs not to avoid his fetid breath

Gently shе runs her fingers through the smallest child's hair

And fears not death

Patterns keep on changing, she lives each strident hour

That clangs and rings down all the days

For love it is everything, this world's many masks

And all its touching ways