In your garden I transcend into this trance
What kind of grapes are you growing here?
without sleeping in a barrel for years.
they get me so high that
I fly high above the skies .
worldly pleasure don't fill me joy anymore.
I descend into the madness of your eyes.
I forget the difference between elation and euphoria.
Forgetting my being I come back home
I come back to you.
i fill with elation and nothing remains.
I am content with what my empty bowl has.
I am finaly one with my beloved.
I don't allow myself to dwell with the god
and I ascend to the universe itself.
