ラクダはたどる。聖都への道を。
一時も急がず。片時もたゆまず。

灼熱の砂丘に焦がされながら。
冷たい月下の光を浴びながら。

白檀の香り、螺鈿細工の彩り。
価値ある瑪瑙の星模様の濁り。

彼の王へと献上される七宝重器は、
今しもラクダの背を折らんばかり。

旅路の果てに得たものは。
士師の王の知恵か美徳か。

真の贈り物は女王の心。

愛に優る富は無し。
別れに優る追憶は無し。

人生は相まみえず、
ややもすれば参と商の如し。

されど今宵のなんと素晴らしき事か。
今、この銀燭の下に貴方と共に居る。

The camels trudge along the road towards the holy city.
They don't rush. And they never tire.

They are burned by heat of the hot sand dunes.
They bask in the cold moonlight.

There's a scent of sandalwood, and the twinkling of mother-of-pearl workmanship.
There's the valuable star-shaped murkiness of agate.

The seven great treasures are to be offered to the King.
The camels' backs seem about to break under the weight.

What was gained from this journey?
Virtue? The knowledge belonging to the just king?

The true gift is actually the Queen's heart.

There is no wealth that is more valuable than love.
There is no memory stronger than that of parting ways.

Life is full of encounters that may only happen once and then never again.
Just like the constellations Scorpius and Orion.

But how splendid tonight is.
For right now, we are with you, under this beautiful light.