Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow 
Pierces the veil of timeless night: 
Molten spheres, whose tempests narrow 
Their floods to a beam of gentle light: 
To charm with a moon-ray quenched from fire 
The land of delight, the land of desire ! 

Smile of love, a flower planted, 
Sprung in the garden of joy that art: 
Eyes that shine witha glow enchanted, 
Whose spreading fires encircle my heart, 
And warm with a noon-ray drenched in fire 
My land of delight, my land of desire !