I long for my garden, my love,
the wine of loneliness I have [bad word] 
I long to feed upon thy beauty,
open to me my sister, my dove.
For my hair is filled with dew,
in the shades of night I stand.
At thy gate I wait for thee,
Quench my thirst embrace me!
I roam the streets by night,
driven by a passion beyond my darkest fear.
Desire burns my soul, I can not sleep,
I find no peace.
In deepest pain I dwell
like a possessed man under a spell. My fragile heart is in thine hands.
My throat is dry, no wine can quench my burning thirst.