There is a song only the heart can hear, listen closely

Older than time yet fresh as the fragrance of a flower is this melody

Poets and lovers have spoken of the song; such sweet despair

Reach for this and it's closer than your hand—let go and it's there

And the music, such sweet music suddenly the music is everywhere

Sing the mountain, Sing the rising Sun

Sing the flowing river in the valley just beyond

The mystery has no ending, it's just goes on and on

Sing until the singer is the song

gate, gate, para gate,
parasam gate, bodhisattva svaha

Friend, I know that you can hear this song

I see the melody in your eyes.

I needn't know your name,the song it is the same

May you always hear this music

May your hearts be filled with music

May all hearts hear this music and our voices fill the skies

Sing the mountain, Sing the rising Sun

Sing  the flowing river in the valley just beyond

The mystery has no ending, it's just goes on and on

Sing until the singer is the song

gate, gate, para gate,
parasam gate, bodhisattva svaha