You walked by the riverside path 
with the full pitcher upon your hip.
Why did you swiftly turn your face 
and peep at me through your fluttering veil?
That gleaming look from the dark came upon me 
like a breeze that sends a shiver through the rippling water 
and sweeps away to the shadowy shore.
It came to me like the bird of the evening 
that hurriedly flies across the lampless room 
from the one open window to the other,
and disappears in the night.
You are hidden as a star behind the hills, 
and I am a passer-by upon the road.
But why did you stop for a moment and glance 
at my face through your veil 
while you walked by the riverside path 
with the full pitcher upon your hip?