I have come from the silent forest,
My beautiful Lotos flow'r,
And I stand in thy garden sighing,
It is the lovers' hour.
Thy sisters, the lotos blossoms,
They ope to the moon above;
Open thy window, beloved,
And let me tell my love.

I have knelt in the mighty temples,
But the dumb gods make no sign;
They cannot speak to my spirit,
As thy soul speaks to mine.
And the priests talk of Nirvana,
And weave their mystic charms,
I only know Nirvana
Within thy loving arms.

And the lotos flow'r will perish,
The stars turn cold and grey,
The dumb gods will be shattered,
The temples old decay:
But we shall be one, beloved, 
we shall be one
In the stream of life divine;
As the river flows to the ocean,
My soul shall flow to thine.