Waiting, as one who is dreaming,
For a flowing river,
A lily that blossoms into being at dawn,
A path, a road
To somewhere beyond the world.
Loving in the silence of the void,
The deepest feeling...
But, in the deep feeling of sound,
The same laughter, the same tears,
My very being exalted
Sails through the hours, one by one...
The the empty hours get lost in spite of everything;
If the sea wishes it so,
We will always have dread and foam...
And my hands, like gazelles, like doves,
Are casually strumming my guitar
With the blessing of water.
And time delves deep into my shadows
In this love that binds me
To your port of sorrows;
To my port of sorrows...