1. Though I do pine and yearn incessantly
For you, nearer or farther though you be,

2. My longing seems to grow immensely
As the distance to your abode diminishes and the return draws nigh

3. Greetings like the fragrance of the meadows at dawn
When the morning breeze wafts gently by

4. Bringing to me the sweet musk of love
And traces of that sublime gathering on high