The leaves grown darknBy the autumn wind fallnCover the ground,nCover your body,nThe wrapping of your beingnThat hides your true ego.nnThe warm dew of your eyes flows,nNothing is there to wait for her,nIt gets lost in the void,nNothing needs their torpor.nnGlitter in the sunnThat passes through your bodynAnd immerses it in candid dazzle,nThe night is coming, the Orient is dancing,nWhirling in his veils, voluptuous dancenWraps the world.nnAnd the wood that contains you,nOh my goddess. And all is mystery,nPossible enigma, incomprehensible fear.