I asked God for a flower, he gave me a bouquet,
I Asked God for a minute, he gave me a day.
I asked God for true love, he gave me that too.
I asked God for an angel, and he gave me you.
Come back to me ,gongyola,here tonight, You ,my rose, with your Lydian lyre. There hovers forever around you delight : A beauty desired . Even your garment plunders my eyes . I am enchanted :I who once Complained to the Cyprus-born goddess, Whom i now beseech Never to let this lose me grace But rather bring you back to me : Amongst all mortal women the one I most wish to see.
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