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