Oh, my beloved
Those eyes of yours
They are nocturnal piers
Full of farewell
They are tame docks
Cintilating lights
Which shine far
Far on the piches
Oh, my beloved
Those eyes of yours
How much mistery
In your eyes
How many sloops
How many ships
How many wrecks
In your eyes
Oh, my beloved
Those eyes of yours
If God let be
Then God made them
Because no one could
Unless he knew
There are many ages
In your eyes
Ah, my beloved
With atheist eyes
Creating hope
In my eyes
Of one day seeing
The mendicant look
Of poetry
In your eyes