Your presence is paradise,
Water goddess,
In whose silent stream
I drink peace, bliss,
...
Cry no more, child,
When a cold hand grips your soul…
Sometimes the sun may wake long before the cocks
...
Your Presence
Your presence is paradise,
Water goddess,
In whose silent stream
I drink peace, bliss,
And pure ecstasy;
Eden, where my naked
Soul sleeps
In innocent purity,
Untainted, unravished.