My child, my sister,
dream of the sweetness
of going down there to live together,
to love at leisure, to love and to die
in the land that resembles you!
The damp suns
of those hazy skies
have charms for my spirit
as mysterious
as your treacherous eyes
sparkling through their tears.
There, there is nothing but order and beauty,
luxury, calm, and sensual delight.
See, on the canals
sleep the vessels
which love to wander;
it is to satisfy your least desire
that they come from the ends of the earth.
The setting suns clothe the fields,
the canals, the entire city
in hyacynthe and gold;
the world falls asleep
in a warm light!
There, there is nothing but order and beauty,
luxury, calm, and sensual delight.