Kitiara, of all these days, these days Are rocked into dark and waiting in regret As the clouds obscure the city as I write this Delaying thought and sunlight [chorus:] Kitiara, what do the gods know about our love Kitiara, faith is strong and hope is enough In absences you grew, more beautiful More poiseness you were An attar of orchids in the swimming night Where pa**ion like a shark runs down a bloodstream Murders four senses, only taste preserving [chorus]