In that beautiful world, in that Yemen,
My Soul lately wandered in bliss;
Till she found there a glorious maiden,
She vainly had sighed for, in this.
Then my Soul walked far with this maiden—
In this beautiful region of gold,
And died on the love-burdened accents,
From the fount of her bosom that rolled.
Oh Yemen! whose name is the Happy,
Whose mountains are fragrant with bloom—