Happy the moment when we are seated in the palace, you and I,
With two forms and with two figures but with one soul, you and I.
The beauty of the garden and the bird-song will bestow immortality
At the time when we enter the garden, you and I.
The stars of Heaven will come to gaze upon us
We shall show them the moon’s sickle, you and I.
You and I, individuals no more, shall be mingled in ecstasy,
Joyful and indifferent to idle fable, you and I.
All the bright-plumed birds of Heaven will devour their hearts with envy
In the place where we shall laugh in such a fashion, you and I.
This is the greatest wonder, that you and I, sitting here in the same nook,
Are at this moment both in ‘East and West, you and I.