My heart begins to stir.
No love, a bucket dry,
A life I can't prefer.

Oh, face so lovely bright,
You're hope's only gleam.
That wine, it calls to me,
A blissful, hazy dream.

Make me drunk and deep,
Let slumber claim my soul.
Let silence fill the space,
Beyond my own control.

If love you have to give,
Then give it, freely poured.
For love's sweet goddess' sake,
Or leave me, unexplored.

To sit, unseen, unknown,
Beneath the jasmine's shade,
Where dreaming softly lies,
A life, gently swayed.