Placid waters graced by an angel
Of gold and pearl and white,
those gentle hues reflecting,
a haughty prince by sight.

No questions to the prince,
Why do serene and noble.
Does he not become restless with the placid waters?

The swallow flits and dives
Up and down closer to the ground
Travelling as always together,
Laughing away through summer nights.

I wish the swallows would not taunt me,
and laugh at my plans.
They do not know the darkness,
I hold within my hands.