1 4. Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang. ‘The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds, The wind s] sighing through the leaves. I skal let loose my hair. My blue cloak will cling round me like 15 night} will clasp your head to my bosom; ané therein the sweet loneliness murmur on your heart. I will ut my eyes and listen.) A, Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang. aces ae tebe hy by srm and ple space awe Laughter floats in the air like foanron the flood. Over the greer-and yellow rice-ields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the swift ch ‘The bees forget to sip their honey; drunken with light they foolishly hover and hum. 3. One evening the stranger came down from the cloud-hidden peak; his locks were tangled like drowsy snakes. We asked in wonder, "Who are you?" He answered not but sat by the garrulous stream and silently gazed atthe hut where she dwelt. Our hearts uaked in fear and we came back home when it was night Why did he choose to come to my door, the wandering youth, when the day dawned? As I come in and out I pass by him every time, and my eyes are caught by his face. know not if I should speak to him or keep silent. Why did he choose to come to my door? 4. From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire. ‘The gleaming vision flits on. I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray. I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek, Traveller, must you go? ‘The night is stili and the darkness swoons upon the forest. The lamps are bright in our balcony, the flowers all fresh, and the youthful eyes still awake. Is the time for your parting come? ‘Traveller, must you go? 5, ‘Laughter floats in the air ike foam on the flood. ‘Over the, green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the swift chasing sun. ‘The bees forget to sip their honey; drunken with light they foolishly hover and hum. ‘My heart, the bird of the wildemess, has found its sky in your eyes. ‘They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. ‘My songs are lost in their depths. ‘Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. ‘Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.