Love has changed the face of distances,
we have grown closer, blending into one another.
Your bosom has long been the place I wander in,
you have dwelt in my soul,
so come run with your barefoot children in the streets of my heart,
burn away every sea that separates us,
all the sands that besiege us.
You are the heart's homeland, its history —
remove
the last mark of the ancient royal wound
from your face.