This song of mine
You would never get to hear �
Tonight my beckoning
Would be blown away in the breeze,
Yet, a song appears in the heart.
Words to entreat
Yet, I do not forget,
Yet, love
Thrives in the soul,
To the earth's ears
And ears of the stars, too
Yet, I sing;
You would never get to hear that, I know -
Tonight my beckoning
Would be blown away in the breeze,
Yet, a song appears in the heart.
You are water, you are the waves - like the waves in the sea
Is the motion of your body - your simple mind
Drifts away in the passion of sea waves;
Which of the waves had hit it on the chest
In which darkness,
It knows not; which of the waves
Seeks it alone in the darkness
It knows not; the sea-water at night
The sea-waves at night
And you are one; who loves you; does one
Hold you close.
You move on with passion of water �
Following the ecstasy, infinite expanse of water beckons you.
You are but for one day, one night;
Crowds of men and women
Call you out afar � so far �
To some sea-shore, forest, field � or where obscuring the sky
Branches of the trees sway
In a wintry night � like the white bony arms of a skeleton �
Where the forest
With the smell of the primeval night
Filling its lungs, sings in the dark �
There you are.
In the song of a lonely heart,
Like the night breeze,
You had come one day,
Had given whatever a single night can.