Melancholy - still my desire for thy precious tragedian wine...

Sweep me away, into the vale of thine!
Where sorrow's strong and so is joy.

Melancholy - still my desire, o let my heart by thee inspire...

O fill the air with thy sweet scent,
Let thy light, thy star crescent.

Wherever she dwells i will bid a farewell sigh
For she dwells with beauty - beauty that must die
And deep inside me i will wait for her return
To her enchanting, awe-inspiring flame i'll yearn

O lust and rueful thought be mine,
My soul enhanced, desires...
Melancholy - my heart is thine.