Thunder booms
The night has come
Empty, there is stillness
In my room
I have no partner
No lover in sight
I have no hope
For embrace
Or doom
I endure
Let me be
Not consumed
By this solitude
My mind echoes in pleas
For God to please
Bring me a love that is pure
Like an incense of myrrh
Let me be a pleasant scent
Upon her altar
Bringing her joy
Let her be as a perfume
That is pleasing to me
Reminds me only of her
Bless me with her being
