O green and sunny blessed isle,
caressed by balmy monsoon breezes,
how do I yearn for thee, dear land,
where I received the gift of life...
Thy splendid sights, alluring sounds,
appealing scents and fascinating lore,
the many lifelong, loyal friends
I had to leave, unwillingly...
This foolish heart of mine
defying wisdom and reality,
still cannot cease to dream
of that which never more can be...