Why did you call me again, fragrance of my dreams?
Roving through the seven seas and the seven mountains,
Without knowing your destination.
In the middle of impenetrable darkness,
In my half slumber, I heard the music
Of your love, calling me…
Why did you call me?
In the hub of the spring, while I was sleeping
Drained and sapped, and my flute also, having
Lost its entire cadence,
While the life force in me, was juddering
I heard your music of love calling me
From afar; why did you call me?
The tender soft melody clothed me in exultation,
And its incandescence, dancing in my spirit in glee;
I forgot myself, when the sweet melody, awakened me
And I fell into a languid knock-out, inside my soul?