"As you are concentrating long and adamantly, As the gust sails of life’s empathies upon us, That billow through our daily lives my dear, Those elations we have to decide for imminent,
If this is the sail of misery you bequeath to me, Than please my dear leave me at the shoreline, The islet where my roots are that embrace me, With the wind sand and my tranquil waves afore,
But remember what you have done on this day, I shall lift up my spirit here among what I know, And I will set out to another land an islet of my own, If of every hour of a day realize that I am your destiny
With all the implacable palatableness and love derived, Each day a flower for her from the valley of flowers, As our lips clung intensely to seek one another, To share two lives as one is everyone’s fantasy,