With A Glass Inlaid With Gemstones On A Pool
Around The Evening Among The Perfumed Roses Wait For
Her With The Patience Of A Packhorse Loaded
For The Mountains Like A Stoic, Noble Prince Wait
For Her With Seven Pillows Laid Out On
The Stair The Scent Of Women′s Incense Fills The
Air Be Calm, And Wait For Her And
Do Not Flush The Sparrows That Are Nesting In
Her Braids All Along The Barricades Wait For Her
And If She Comes Soon Wait For Her
And If She Comes Late Wait Let
Her Be Still As A Summer Afternoon A Garden
In Full Bloom Let Her Breathe In The
Air That Is Foreign To Her Heart Let Her
Lips Part Wait For Her Take Her To
The Balcony, See The Moon Soaked In Milk Hear
The Rustle Of Her Silk Wait For Her
Don't Let Your Eyes Alight Upon The Twin Doves
Of Her Breast Lest They Take Flight Wait For
Her And If She Comes Soon Wait For
Her And If She Comes Late Wait Wait
Serve Her Water Before Wine Do Not Touch
Her Hand Let Your Fingertips Rest At Her Command
Speak Softly As A Flute Would To A
Fearful Violin Breathe Out Breathe In And As
The Echo Fades From That Final Fusillade Remember The
Promises You Made