TATITERA — Гимн возлюбленному

Palms with feathery leaves Barely stir on high; This evening with pure dreams Intoxicates my soul.

Beyond the dark-blue mountains The rainbow sunset fades; A wind that blows from deserts Pours an almond scent.

Fierce there, in the ruined land, He has quieted at the day’s decline… My desired one, my beloved, Where are you? Do you hear me?

Remembering unforgotten vows — To be yours or no one’s, I hurry to you, flooded With the glow of rose-coloured rays.

I hasten to tear off my bracelets, Unclasp my necklaces… My trembling breast hungers For unknown happiness, —

To cast off the burden of a heavy life, The dust of a thorny path. O my bright one, o my joyful one, Let the weary one in!

I will enter the shining hall Where, on a bed of myrtle and roses, You rest, listening To the murmur of paradise dreams.

I will take out fragrant ointments, Anoint your head, Kiss your sleeping eyes, Break the paradise dreams.

I will enter your mysterious temple — Prepare the bridal caresses. My beautiful one, my only one, Quench my love! My beautiful one, my only one, Quench my love!