Sometimes, I get up early and even my soul is wet,
As the cold flower blooms rain over my heart.
I summon you in this moist hour.
Oh, to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joy.
How could one not love your great still eyes?
In you, is the illusion of each new day,
And everyday you play with the light of the universe,
While the sad wind slaughters the butterfly.
There is thirst and hunger and you are the fruit,
And I devour you for my happiness is to bite
The plum of your mouth as I spread you out
Among fields of golden lilies.

This is my destiny and in it the voyage of my longing,
I who live in a harbor from which I love you,
There, solitary dreams believe you to someday be mine.
One word then, one smile would be enough.
My sadness, what comes over you all at once?
You are the like the night with its stillness,
Your silence is that of a remote star.
My sight tries to find you, as though to bring you closer,
But would it matter, if my love cannot keep you?

To feel that I have lost you?
My heart would then close like nocturnal flower.

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