On wings of song, I’ll bear thee,
My heart’s love far away;
Speeding fast over the palm trees,
Where Ganges’ blue water play.

Where, hidden in glorious garden,
Beneath the gleaming moon;
The lotus flowers are longing,
To see their sister soon.

The violets, smiling and timid,
Greet coyly the stars high above;
Roses are whisp’ring in secret,
Their stories of innocent love.

And there, in its freedom, wanders,
The timid tender gazelle;
While in the distance murmurs,
The flowing stream’s soft spell.

Together we’ll rest, beloved,
Praying the gods will send
A dream that knows no waking,
A love that knows no end.
     Music   Piano Music