Eye-sailing far from beyond,
As it moves turbulent
How can one be acquainted with such deep melancholy
With no profanity to be found
As it speaks mellifluous with such graceful joy
Of this holy world too full of scattered hearts

Profane my beloved lost
With this untamed heart
Waiting on an angel who would bring triumph
On this wearying wings
Only solitude will bring back the reality
What is it to be called yours