81
The two separated shores mingle their voices
in a song of unfathomed tears.
82
As a river in the sea,
work finds its fulfillment
in the depth of leisure.
83
I lingered on my way
till thy cherry tree lost its blossom,
but the azalea brings to me,
my love, thy forgiveness.
84
Thy shy little pomegranate bud,
blushing to-day behind her veil,
will burst into a passionate flower
to-morrow when I am away.
85
The clumsiness of power spoils the key,
and uses the pickaxe.
86
Birth is from the mystery of night
into the greater mystery of day.
87
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance
on the ripples of hours,
and not to reach any destination.
88
Migratory songs wing from my heart
and seek their nests in your voice of love.