A fountain of fresh waters from Fourteen Falls,
Touches the heart with ecstasy of stillness,
Yet they cant bring a lasting adoration to the soul,
With which your affection has poured unto me.

I have heard of tales of maidens from the East,
Whose presence pampered many a soul to serenity,
But you, my Love, your devotion is superior,
To any understanding within a man's dictionary.

From you, flows wells of ardency like anointing oil,
Sliding through the chambers of my heart,
Locked inside of me, they quench of the shame and pain,
And...