I remember a wonderful moment:
Before me was you,
Like a fleeting vision,
As the genius of pure beauty.
In the torture of hopeless melancholy
In the noisy bustle of alarm,
Voice rang out so sweet
And dreamed of nice features.
The years passed. Storms s blast
Scattered old dream
And I forgot your tender voice,
Your heavenly features.
In the wilderness, in the darkness of captivity
Slowly stretched my days
No god, no inspiration,
No tears, no life without love.
My soul awakening:
And here again was you,
Like a fleeting vision,
As the genius of pure beauty.
And my heart beats in ecstasy,
And it resurrected again
And the deity, and inspiration,
And life, and tears, and love.