1. This place unveiled its beauty
So my heart forgets the nights and their torment

2. And witness the art on the hillsides and flowers
And pure love fragrant and watered

3. Can you not see a light in its burial?
I was like an eagle, free in its plumes

4. Receiving inspiration from its nightingale
Infatuated singing for its beloved

5. And I feel the inspiration descending
From its sky in the morning and evening

6. Twenty years went by in separation
If only I perished then, not in anything else

7. How we sat under its tree
I complain of passion and it complains of love

8. The rain clouds hid except their rain
And the open plains slept except their aroma

9. And the echo in the forest we did not chatter
Except telling their tales and stories

10. We whisper and my hand is in hers
If an apparition appears we flirt

11. I am a life full of youth and passion
And she is like a garden perfected in its adornment

12. The best days of the era went by
Oh if only whoever buried it would expose it

13. I became in New York a wandering ghost
With ghosts wandering its expanse

14. It cast off its visions and went
Seeking glory in which is its misery

15. Like sheep blinded in sight
And straying in seeking food their strength

16. Whenever it struggled to attain it
It found it became on earth behind it

17. Where in myself is a vision to make it happy
New York stole the visions from my soul

18. In my hands is my fate yet I do not own it
And with me is my self yet I fear to see it

19. This is the mother of cities, stand in its protection
My soul rests from some of its atmosphere

20. Do not say to me you came bare
For its poverty is beautiful to me like its riches

21. The scent of summer never ceased in it
And the summer sky is still its sky

22. Love still flows in its waterfalls
And its deserts conversation and watchfulness

23. Winter did not strip it of its adornment
But clothed it in splendor over its openness

24. It is in a raiment of its dye
None saw it except coveted it