1. O the bliss of days gone by for us,
And the sweetness of youth's morn I do recall,

2. Days when I would let my robe's train drag lazily
To the murmur of flute and lute's gentle lilt,

3. Coffee's aroma and wine pure as perfume,
Like musk, ambergris and aloeswood fragrant,

4. That would steal your soul in such great ease and peace,
Flowing through you as water flows in wood.