Never leaving sight of your solitary minaret
I've walked forever a seemingly endless waste
When the echoes of the wind called your name
I scanned the sky, and looked to every side
I found out that I was alone, like I am inside
I can taste the tears as they fall, bitter and dust
I never looked at you with a hint of a bit of lust
They sent me away, thinking me an odd stranger
But they didn't know, for you I'd face any danger
Both sword and flesh are yours to command
For you I'm even willing to be the damned
Because my breath, my heart, my dreams, my home
All are yours, you are my holy land, even if I am alone
This I promise you my love, please never forget
My life is oath sworn, an act I will never regret
“Yet in the blood of man there is a tide, an old sea-current rather, that is somehow akin to the twilight, which brings him rumours of beauty from however far away, as driftwood is found at sea from islands not yet discovered: and this spring-tide or current that visits the blood of man comes from the fabulous quarter of his lineage, from the legendary, the old; it takes him out to the woodlands, out to the hills; he listens to ancient song.”
