I go back through the years,When I used to see your curly hair.Sometimes I turned it into a thousand hieroglyphs,In my verses and my poems!
Curl upon curl and peak upon peak,I combed it with my eyes and hands.The Himalayas seemed far too low,For the dough I had to knead...
I saw your eyebrows like two eaves,Beneath them your eyes spoke to me in another way.Two beautiful birds slept underneath,With eyelashes like the wings of a swallow...
Then I would see you walking down the street,The evening air was split in two.Your scent came rushing in a flock,As when you step among the roses.
The click of your heel became a note,Tuned music in my ear.Then my soul turned to another world,With rose letters in my hands.
The roses and notes became letters,With beautiful and weightless wings,I ran to plant my dreams,In the fields of pages across the paper...
Alone in my room I spoke to the moon,She was my only friend and companion.She alone knew my life and my dream,I ran to touch her in my seasons.
The moon grew small and yellow with sorrow,Fleeing through clouds like a woman with hair let down.She looked at the valley, slipped behind a mountain,And returned in silence, as if deep in thought.
Sweetly she whispered in my ear;Do you want me to tell you the truth?I was just with her, and I hurried back,She isn't sleeping either, for it is not easy!
I told myself, late at midnight,It is inspiration, and nothing more.Let it remain a verse, a bird in flight,But inside my chest a river roared...
A river roared, pouring from my mind,A river roared, pouring from my heart.A man too has a gentle soul in life,When the song is sung in a minor key...
And I let my soul become a bird,I let my feelings become an echo.One climbed the branch and sang in the elder tree,The other took the sounds and carried them to the meadow...
The song fled through the mountains, fled in flight,In the quiet of the night, and on its roof.Then it returned to me at dawn,With other songs I cannot tell apart.
And the bird returned, a bridge for us both,A bridge of messages it carried back and forth.Sometimes a light song and sometimes an overture,When the stars stayed lit, and when the world slept.
And when the world slept we lit the candles,And their glow brought light into our souls.From afar the priests heard our prayer,And sent messages to all the gods.
And I closed my eyes and came to you,And you closed your eyes and ran to me.Amidst our dreams our love was kneaded,By the chef of the soul, with our own dough.
