Terror of storm ended but fresh that in my mind's cell
Yet I know the power of the hands of my savior well
My soul incessantly cry being separated from beloved
So colors the tunes of the wires of jugular vein shed
I do not care the sun shining over very bright
For refulgence of her face I got enough light
Hail I commotion in the vast ocean of beauty
I am a finder of the restiveness of heart of she
So many times I enjoyed spring of my desire's slaughter
I perceived so understood the cause of her sword's laughter
See I the nearness of her swarthy locks and shining face
Reflect sight the faith and infidelity in harmony with grace
I need not bother if there are vicissitudes in my fate
For me sight of turning round of her racy eyes is great
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