My naked blood watches me,
I wonder what she does think.
"I did so much for you" or
"Thank you, thank you,
Thank you."

A bead of light gleams like an iris,
A costume of the sun
In a blood-horizon.
Nemb aallo Saryanya,
Thou art the most breathless,
Little star. Like life.
Is it because air took leave,
Or because you, little star,
Are mesmerized?

You are reaching out like the tip
Of Adam's finger, and like gods,
   We will never touch.