You draw near and overtake me,

With a strength thats solid and fascinating.

As your sent engulfs my body,

reminding me of India and lonely melencoly.

Dark spices and dirty deeds,

Dim-lighted room and witches brooms.

Everything and nothing,

different, yet very much the same.

two become one, then three,

but my lover is with her,

not me.

Alas, tis a dream

of what could have been mine,

but proved foly over time.

Depart o wretched pleasure!

find some other heart to haunt.

Go with your visions of him who I want.

His heart wants not me,

so our love cannot be.

Depart o wretched pleasure,

and let me be.