Often I dream, oh dear child,
That we drift alone, far from the civilized world,
At the mercy of waves and wind,
Over the sea, rough and deep.

The vast sea with leaden waves
Rumbles, dark and mysterious, 
And we are alone, absorbed
In our carefree ecstasy.

A wave crashes in fury,
I hold on to you tightly,
And more wild still, my heart
Beats in my breast feverishly.

My love, proud and triumphant,
Grows with the sounds of the tempest,
And you, clasped to my breast, dear child,
You pull back, shivering.

You look up anxiously
Toward me, your eyes reflecting the azure sky;
You read the happiness in my eyes.
And you smile at me, reassured…

Just like messengers who are exhausted,
The waves break, white with foam,
Little by little the becalmed winds
Fall asleep over the ocean mist.

 ... 

And I, like a blissful god,
Onto your eyes, I silently
Rain down more kisses
Than there are stars in the immense sky.