I long for my garden, my love, the wine of loneliness I have drunk. I long to feed upon thy beauty, open to me my sister, my dove. For my hair is filled with dew, in the shades of night I stand. At thy gate I wait for thee, Quench my thirst embrace me! I roam the streets by night, driven by a pa**ion beyond my darkest fear. Desire burns my soul, I can not sleep, I find no peace. In deepest pain I dwell like a possessed man under a spell. My fragile heart is in thine hands. My throat is dry, no wine can quench my burning thirst.