The wine of your presence

Walking along the sea shore, I came across many a column

They looked breathtaking in the setting sun

I was seeking you of course

I had gone off course

The beautiful palace has now crumbled

These ruins to me a person reminded

None other than me was that person

I was like those ruins in the setting sun

The ruins were bereft of the beauty of the palace

I was bereft of the beauty of your presence

When I was roaming with thirst once

You made me drunk by the wine of your presence

Your remembrance makes me drunk

And yet I am thirsty and need more to drink

This thirst cannot be quenched

Until you can be reached

It is already night and ahead I cannot see

Until morning by the ruins I must lie

Somewhere I can see in the distance

Proof of your presence

For see the stars and the moon light

Pales in comparison to your presence bright

When I see you the ruins disappear

Only a beautiful palace does appear