You come to me
where ever I am, near or far away
at your will
over which I have no say--

never had I compelled
love to suit my way
only that you would
your own heart obey.

Ah, my beloved,  I struggle
not knowing what to say
(words are feeble and they fumble
nay, they shiver and quiver...so little they convey).

You come to me
be it the depth of night or the break of day
at your will and this is all to me you say
'  Light of my heart, let me love you this way'.