The fluttering curtains suck the moonlight in;
The moon emerges from behind a cloud —
The face of the belovèd
From beneath the shroud
Emerges, and our sleep is broken, and our nights begin.
The opening doors will let the daylight in;
The sun emerges from behind a cloud —
The face of the belovèd
From within the crowd
Emerges, and our wait is over, and our days begin.