Come to me by the moonlight, Beloved,
While the stars shine down this dark well
deep in the wilderness of my heart.

Come and draw the bucket, Beloved,
lift some sorrow slowly; take it away with you,
Empty this well a little, by the moonlight.

Smile as you turn from the well, Beloved,
As your shadow curls around the niches,
Let the bucketful of emptiness come back to me.

Each drop you take from this heart, Beloved,
Why does it always remain in here?
Why does it stay with me, still?