In vanity and loud chaos

I've always heard your gentle voice

And glimpsed your features in my dreams.

As years passed and winds scattered

My long-past hopes, and in those days,

I lacked your voice's divine spell

And the bless'd features of your face.

Held in darkness and separation,

My days dragged in strife.

Lacking faith and inspiration,

Lacking tears and love and life.

But the time arrives; my soul awakens,

And again you appear before me

Like a ghost, like a fleeting spirit,

Like the soul of purest grace.

Again my heart beats in rapture,

Again everything awakens: