With such unfathomable comfort And a prayer on my lip do I recall The soulful chants of your churches, My far off homeland!
With a pain as burning as the silhouette Of my lover’s face do I recall - Your meadows, rivers and valleys, And the opulent fragrance of thyme -
Submissive to a mysterious law My ears are still accustomed to long For the sound of your solemnly lucid Language - oh, so glorious.
And at this hour of incessant yearning While searching for a final haven, Your ill-starred child is coming To rest with you, my precious -
I know - the smart wild beast crawls Back to its burrow when wounded. Nurse my pains, oh, native land - That the northerner inflicted on me!