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