It is a spring night

It is a Spring night, O my Beloved!

The scent of the Wistaria draws me,

With caressing, invisible fingers.

And once more I walk in the garden of my dreams!

Ah! That you were here with me my Beloved!

Attired in moon-colored silks

Swaying on your tiny lily feet,

Here with me among the languorous night fragrance of the flowers,

in the garden of my dreams!

My soul is filled with a celestial scent.

I lift my eyes above the earth, and behold!

There in the dark garden of the heavens

Blooms white, and misty, a Lotus moon!

Oh! That thou wert here with me,

To share this ecstasy

This white and misty Lotus moon

That fills the soul with a celestial scent.

Blooming there, in the dark garden of the heavens,

So high above the lonely garden of my dreams!