1
STRAY birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
2
O TROUPE of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
3
THE world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
4
IT is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
5
THE mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
6
IF you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
7
THE sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
8
HER wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
