This giving that I give you is not mine.
Have you my gift? Well, it's just the wind
passing through my fingers. Or moonshine,
endowing the water where the willows bend.
This giving that I give you is not mine.
For everything is granted. What do I own?
Things that arrive soon pass out of sight.
Generosity is something I have on loan.
There is no debt where there is no right.
This giving that I give you is not mine.