Pleasure is a freedom-song, But it is not freedom.

It is the blossoming of your desires,

But it is not their fruit.

Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedomsong.

And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart;

yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing.

Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn

that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,

But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.

For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,

And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,

And to both, bee and flower,

the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy. 

Be in your desires like the flowers and the bees!