On a fragrant spring night,
I stare at the sky unceasingly,
Having fallen asleep, the sea is
So beautiful, so peaceful, and so comforting.

When I hear the crops growing,
And drinking in the breath of night,
My heart calls out to you,
My eyes see you everywhere...

It is as if those stars were you, looking upon me,
You, breathing nature’s breath,
You, blossoming like the flowers of the night,
Inhabiting air and water.

When I hear the sounds of the night,
That pour forth and melt in the air
That mysteriously mix suffering and grief,
Calm and worry,

Then I feel that you are rushing to me
From far away, unseen,
As if I could sense it: you hurtle by me,
Like a flame licking at my heart...

Tell me, what is so precious that’s hidden
In this night and its sounds, and is a part of you,
And which of its strings is fused
To my heart and my fate?