Lyrics:
Will a glass inlaid with gemstonesOn a pool around the eveningAmong the perfumed rosesWait for herWith the patience of a packhorseLoaded for the mountainsLike a stoic, noble princeWait for herWith seven pillows laid out on the stairThe scent of womens' incense fills the airBe calm, and wait for herAnd do not flush the sparrows that are nesting in her braidsAll along the barricadesWait for herAnd if she comes soonWait for herAnd if she comes lateWaitLet her be stillAs a summer afternoonA garden in full bloomLet her breathe in the airThat is foreign to her heartLet her lips partWait for herTake her to the balconySee the moon soaked in milkHear the rustle of her silkWait for herDon't let your eyes alight uponThe twin doves of her breastLest they take flightWait for herAnd if she comes soonWait for herAnd if she comes lateWait, waitServe her water before wineDo not touch her handLet your fingertipsRest at her commandSpeak softly as a flute wouldTo a fearful violinBreathe outBreathe inAnd as the echo fadesFrom that final fusilladeRemember the promises you made