Translated by A. Z. Foreman - The Invocation lyrics

Oh if it's true that in the night When living souls repose abed And fallen beams of lunar light Slide onto headstones of the dead... Oh if it's true that then till day The graves are opened in the earth, I call the shade of Layla forth! Come back, my dear! This way! This way Beloved shade, appear and rise As once you were before we parted, As pale and chill as winter skies, By final agony contorted. Come as a distant star, a ray, As a light sound, a breath, a scent, Or as a ghastly revenant I care not how! This way! This way! I do not call you to reprove Or take revenge on those whose spite Ended the life of her I love, Nor to spy out the grave's dark rite, Nor yet because I writhe as prey To doubt… But, anguishing above you, I want to say that I still love you And am still yours! This way! This way!