Finale: Sands of Time

Play on the cymbal

The timbal, the lyre

Play with appropriate passion; fashion

Songs of delight and delicious desire

For the night of my nights!

Come where the so-well

Beloved is waiting

Where the rose and jasmine mingle

While I tell her the moon is for mating

And 'tis sin to be single!

Let peacocks and monkeys

In purple adornings

Show her way to the bridal chamber

Then get you gone

Till the morn of my mornings

After the night of my nights

After the night of my nights

'Tis the night of my nights!

Princes come, princes go

An hour of pomp and show they know

Princes come

And over the sands

And over the sands of time

They go!

Wise men come

Every promising

The riddle of life to know

Wise men come come

Ah, but over the sands

The silent sands of time

They go!

Lovers come, lovers go

And all that there is to know

Lovers know, only lovers know!