Spare me your fancy flattering songs,
spare me your silly shouts of praise,
spare me your claps and noisy gongs,
spare me your empty hands upraised.
Spare me your presumptuous romance,
spare me your talent shows and offerings,
spare me your serenade and your dance,
since you ignore the poor in their sufferings.
Have I not shown you what true love is,
when I laid down my life for your sake?
When you show care for the least of these,
in this, verily, great joy and pleasure I take.