If I pull her in from the darkness,
I will know her name,
I shall never
There is a melancholy swaying from the palm trees,
beneath the sunrise,
a shadow glowing in her chamber.
Oh I loved you,
when the breeze brushed your lips,
the frothy waters kissed
I loved you,
when you weren’t afraid of dreaming,
Oh tender jasmine!
Spreading like the green,
that never ceases
in the garden.
Spreading like the green is hope,
In the eyelids of the dove,
lives the free breath you seek.
And in the endless blue,
among the pallid clouds,
I wait for thy joy,
and thy smile to paint me colors