I wander—I wander—O will she wander here
Where’er my footsteps carry me I know that she is near,
A jewelled lamp within her hand and jewels in her hair;
I lost her in a vision once and seek her everywhere.
My spirit whispers she is near, I look at you and you:
Surely she has not passed me, I sleeping as she flew.
I wander—I wander, and yet she is not here,
Although my spirit whispers to me that she is near.