the flower of the desert

the flower of the desert is missing,

without her I only know sorrow,

where has she gone?

I searched the north for her presence,

but my hand was empty of her feel,

I looked to the south for her being,

but not once did my eyes lay upon her,

I hope to hear her voice in the west,

but my ears did not receive that joy,

and I did not find you in the east,

where my heart rest never in peace,

until I see the beauty of her eyes,

and the comfort of her voice,

and the touch of her kiss,

 flower of the desert,
please grant me the gift,
to be with you once more.