I wonder by what magic lamps
The streets lit up with thousand charms
And then with spells she rendered me
A pawn to beauty’s sorcery.
Still I search in dim-lit lanes,
As like wind-blown withered leaves,
In vain for all those wonders lost,
Yearning for that ecstasy
That will not let me be.
Dreaming so of rarest light
I long for sparkling, starlit night
When all the figures fading by,
Will one by one come walking back
And fill my dreams will untold bliss…
Perhaps to be sealed with a kiss.