1. From behind the sand dunes came a stance that drew me near
The darkness and dawn's first light desired to rouse me

2. Had the night drunk its fill of wine and lingered on
It would have poured out its wanton soul

3. When we spread out across the gardens of sorrow
The hands of a maker busied themselves, sculpting the soil

4. Passion tempted, eschewing the piety counselled by virtue
So I rose up, startled, my passion inflamed

5. The demon of love nearly wrested my hand
From obeying devotion, had my timid heart allowed

6. To the night I entrust my secret, and it hides it
From spying eyes, shunning the gossip monger’s company