Under the palms

The palms sway, bending easily

over the hot desert sands.

Beloved wings take me softly

to my distant homeland.

Enchanting, captivating thoughts

of Eastern splendor waft down to me,

yet welcome, dear earth,

rejoicing, I see you again.

Thinking then of you, my tears flow.

You, with whom I parted,

distant sweetness, I greet you,

my song is held back by the wind.

True Love stays always fresh,

your picture stands before me,

keeping the sweet memory of you;

my wish always is to return to you.