And even were this thought no more than the wild vision of my mind,
Yet in a thousand worlds no face to change for thine this heart could find.
Thro' life, thro' death 'twere all the same, and when to heaven our glance we raise,
Full in the very heart of bliss thine eyes shall meet my ardent gaze.
For eyes that have beheld thy face, full readily the truth will own
That God exhausted, when he made thee, all the treasures of his throne!
And my trusting heart will answer while it fills my veins with fire
That to hear of, is to see thee; and to see, is to desire!
Yet unless my Vindaraja I could look upon awhile,
As some traveller in a desert I should perish for her smile;