Come to me, sweet, on silver-girt feet!
  Come with a kiss on thy lotus lips' bloom! 
Come to me, love, like a moon in the gloom, 
  And strangle my soul in thy kisses' perfume!

You flaunt your beauty in the rose,
  Your glory in the dawn,
Your sweetness in the nightingale,
  Your whiteness in the swan.

Yet when I crave of you, my sweet, 
  One tender moment's grace, 
You cry: "I sit behind the veil,
  I cannot show my face."

You haunt my waking like a dream,
  My slumber like a moon,
Pervade me with a musky scent,
  Possess me like a tune.

Shall any foolish veil divide
  My longing from my bliss? 
Shall any fragile curtain hide 
  Your beauty from my kiss?

What war is this of thee and me?
  Give o'er the wanton strife, 
You are the heart within my heart,
  The life within my life.