On wings of song, Iíll bear thee,
My heartís love far away;
Speeding fast over the palm trees,
Where Gangesí blue water play.

Where, hidden in glorious garden,
Beneath the gleaming moon;
The lotus flowers are longing,
To see their sister soon.

The violets, smiling and timid,
Greet coyly the stars high above;
Roses are whispíring in secret,
Their stories of innocent love.

And there, in its freedom, wanders,
The timid tender gazelle;
While in the distance murmurs,
The flowing streamís soft spell.

Together weíll rest, beloved,
Praying the gods will send
A dream that knows no waking,
A love that knows no end.

     Music   Piano Music