From under borders marked by sun’s degree,
came one whose voice could sooth my aching soul.
And even if you never know of me,
know that my love burns ever bright as coal.
At first from noble mount you caught my eye,
from there you conquered desert’s stinging scorn.
To have your lips part with my name I try
to hear each time the sun brings in new morn.
What fine to thee do I owe for that love
that fills my whole, my life, with hope renewed?
And even all the birds from up above,
can sense my ever growing gratitude.
And evermore your eye I truly tried,
with sweeping motions me allow inside.