Prayer

With what do I compare our meeting, my darling?
With the vague, soft dusk, when the full moon rises, having driven off the weary, blazing heat.
With the sweetness of the evening wind, cooling the body, floating the senses,
bearing reflection, sweeping illusions in under your chair.
My heart brightens, hearing you, like stars setting out their candles.
My soul opens, awaiting your love, as the night-blooming jasmine unfolds its petals.
Oh, darling, fill my heart with your voice, fill my breast with your glow,
Let my dimmed eyes shine, my sad laugh brighten!