All the domes, arched gates and flights of stair
Flooded with red beams from sun’s sinking chair
Who is hindering my will
To reach this place — oh, so tranqui?
Who are the Gods to prohibit
Against my desire and all my wit —
To whom shall I address my wish
To reach this place — high up and higher ?
Please free my path to this estate
Through golden doorways passing late
At sunset. Coming to where I cling:
The town which I possess in my dreams.
Did I use too barren prayers
Through barriers of mysticisms layers
Must I penetrate my need
Pricking ears attentive heed ?
Oh free my path to this estate
Through golden doorways passing late
At sunset. Coming to where I cling:
The town which I possess in my dream