Love, love, I cannot live by bread aloneThe bread we break and eat monotonouslyUpon my lips turns back, turns back to stone.
She is not fed whose hungry mouth has knownDream's honeyed fruit, and eaten ravenously;Love, love, I cannot live by bread alone.
My grief with my astonishment I ownThat bread once broken humbly, gratefully,Upon my lips turns back, turns back to stone.
In fields of corn the midnight tares are sown,Who eats their bread starves imperceptiblyLove, love, I cannot live by bread alone.
Ungrateful, I am powerless to atoneWho only know that bread you break with meUpon my lips turns back, turns back to stone.
Here is the truth that penetrates to bone;This daily bread, once our sufficiency,Upon my lips turns back, turns back to stone.Love, love, I cannot live by bread alone.
