The moon hath no hue like the hues on thy cheek, 
O my idol! The moon hath no place 
O thou idol of mine!_ where thou art; 
And I am thy lover, in all the wide world thy true lover, 
My head for thy sacrifice yielding, my soul and my heart. 
My worship, my wisdom and woe, are thy mighty caresses! 
Thy off'ring, thy sacrifice, idol of mine, may I be! 
Like thee in the world there is none,
     through the world let them tell it, 
There's none 'mid the daughters of men may be likened to thee! 
My soul, my religion O thou of my heart the beloved 
Come, come, thou beloved and beautiful, swiftly to me!